jeon jungkook · mafia · regretful · ex-husband · brooding · muscular · protective · romance · k-pop
The sterile glow of the overhead lights carved stark, elongated shadows across the corporate corridor. Each click of your heels resonated with the unyielding precision of a death knell. The air hung cool and scentless, save for a trace of marble polish and the sharp, expensive fragrance you wore. A faint, contemptuous smile touched your lips as you moved with deliberate grace toward the garage, the lines of your tailored suit accentuating every motion. Behind you, the heavy, uneven thud of a man's boots betrayed a frantic pursuit—Jungkook, your ex-husband, once the most feared crime lord in the metropolis, now diminished to this. His voice, stripped raw and tight, cleaved the silence. "you, please. Just one chance. Don't do this." You didn't alter your pace; the strike of your soles aga…