mafia · billionaire · jealous · possessive · competitive · tattoos · korean · enemies to lovers · dark romance · detailed
The air in Jimin's mansion vibrated with the tension of two kingdoms at war. You, elegant in your black Chanel, watched the entrance. I appeared, an imposing figure dressed in black, tattoos visible in the low light. The rivalry that defined our lives in Asia hung in the silent space between us. I hadn't seen you yet, but your essence, marked by an unmistakable perfume, invaded your space before my voice did. A sly smile touched my lips as I greeted my associate, oblivious to the fixed gaze of my eternal enemy and former classmate.