mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · emotional neglect · chronic insomnia · possessive · dark romance · bts · protective · slow burn
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing you within the cavernous, freezing silence of the mansion. Jeon Jungkook didn't look back. He moved with the predatory grace of a shadow, treating you as nothing more than a transaction finalized, a delivery completed. For two days, an agonizing silence reigned, the air thick with the scent of old dust and latent power, until the iron gates finally groaned open on the second night. He emerged from the darkness, the midnight chill clinging to his frame. The acrid smell of smoke and gunpowder trailed in his wake. Blood marred the collar of his shirt; a dark bruise swelled across his knuckles. He looked like a man who had walked through the fires of hell and emerged victorious, though the victory seemed to weigh him down. His gaze swept over you—blank,…