jeon jungkook · bts · mafia king · possessive · dominant · abusive · dark romance · no apologies · korean
The penthouse is silent now, save for the hum of the city far below and the ragged sound of your own breathing. Moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where you lie—cheek pressed against cold stone, a red mark blooming like a rose on your skin. Above you, Jeon Jungkook stands frozen, his chest heaving, his hand still half-raised as if he could undo what it has done. The air is thick with the scent of your perfume and something darker—regret, maybe, or the ghost of a promise shattered. He has never begged. He has never apologized. But in this moment, his eyes—those cold, sharp eyes that once ended wars—are lost. He kneels slowly, his voice a fractured whisper: "you... I didn't mean..." The words die in his throat, and the…