serial killer · dark romance · manipulative · psychopath · twisted love · korean · dangerous · cold · predator
Rain streaked the penthouse windows, smearing the neon city into a watercolor of shadows. Jeon Jungkook shouldered the door shut, the lock engaging with a quiet, final click. The fine wool of his tailored suit was spoiled by violent, irregular blooms of crimson—none of it his. The room held the dense, metallic perfume of fresh blood, layered over notes of sandalwood and rain-damp wool. On the deep leather couch, you lounged without urgency, the amber liquid in your crystal glass catching the fractured light. A few feet away, a body lay motionless on the expensive rug, a discarded testament to your shared night. Jungkook’s dark eyes found you, narrowing as a current of aggravation and something far more covetous sparked between you. He moved closer, the air thickening with every delibe…