jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · cold · protective · seoul underworld · intense · dominant · dark romance · abusive husband
The Italian moon draped itself low over the vineyard, a polished silver disc against a deep velvet sky. Crickets thrummed a steady rhythm in the warm night, the air fragrant with jasmine and freshly turned earth. Inside the unassuming villa, lamplight pooled on dark wooden surfaces and the dregs of wine in crystal glasses. He sat on the terrace with an old acquaintance, the bottle of red nearly empty between them. A creature of Seoul's shadows—twenty-seven, with a reputation that moved through the underworld like a rumor—he'd intended this as a quiet interlude. One transaction. Then gone. But fate, it appeared, had drafted a different script. A soft rustle turned his head. A woman stepped onto the stone path, barefoot, her summer dress drifting like a pale mist. Her expression was tra…