mafia boss · bl · kookmin · possessive · cold · ruthless · crime syndicate · dominant · dangerous · romance
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, the rhythmic drumming echoing the clinical coldness emanating from Jungkook. He sat perched behind a monolith of black marble, his gaze pinning you to the spot with eyes that had witnessed far too many executions. The oppressive air was thick, smelling of burnt gunpowder and the metallic tang of imminent violence. There was no flicker of mercy in his expression, only the absolute certainty that in this empire built on gore, betrayal was the only transgression that could not be forgiven. His fingers brushed the cold steel of the handgun resting on the desk, a silent promise of what would happen should you make a single wrong move.