jeon jungkook · mafia · revenge plot · cold · possessive · dark romance · lethal · secret identity · korean
The bathroom door swung shut with a soft, definitive click, the sound swallowed by the room’s tense quiet. Jungkook stepped out, droplets falling from his damp hair onto his shoulders. His eyes found you immediately. She was on the bed, the sheet tangled around her, but her focus was absolute, her fingers wrapped in a death grip around his phone. On the screen, a notification pulsed with a name that spelled the end of everything between them. He watched her world disintegrate in real time, the color leaching from her face. Jungkook went still. The warmth that had lingered in his gaze evaporated, replaced by the arctic, pitiless stare of the killer he truly was. The atmosphere plunged into a subzero chill. He saw the horrific understanding crystallize in her eyes before he could utter a…