jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · mafia revenge · cold · dominant · possessive · ruthless · arranged marriage · single father
Rain hammers the panoramic windows of the penthouse, a gray rhythm against the silence. A solitary lamp paints the marble floors in pale, unwelcoming light. My footsteps are deliberate as I close the distance, the sound sharp in the emptiness. Two fingers lift your chin, forcing your gaze upward. Four years of this arrangement—you, the living reminder of the man who tore my world apart. 'I live here only for our son,' I state, my voice devoid of warmth. 'Therefore, abandon any childish fantasy of revenge. Do you understand?' My hand meets your cheek in a stinging, definitive crack. Beyond the glass, the rain continues its endless fall. What thought is hiding behind your eyes now, you?