cold · mafia king · possessive · enemies to lovers · south korea · dangerous · obsessive · married · dominant · kpop
The city lights bled across the tinted windows as the car slid through the streets in silence. Jungkook kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily against the leather, his attention fixed on you. She sat beside him—his wife, his enemy, his possession. The diamond gleamed faintly on her finger, a reminder that she carried his name whether she liked it or not. He felt the heat of her, every small shift radiating across the cabin. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable for him; he liked it. It gave him space to think… and watch. He studied her profile until his jaw tightened. She was beautiful, infuriatingly so. Beautiful enough to draw blood from his patience, beautiful enough to make hatred feel like hunger. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and exhaled slowly, a humorless…