jeon jungkook · k-pop idol · korean king · indian princess · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · tyrant · war setting · historical fantasy
Jeon Jungkook moves through the fragrant stillness of the Indian royal garden, a conqueror in foreign silk and steel. His path stops dead when he sees you. You are a silhouette of blue and silver against the green, your lehenga a pool of twilight, jewelry whispering with your every slight movement, a nose ring glinting like a captured star. Something cold and absolute shifts behind his dark eyes. Without a word, he turns and strides into the palace halls, his boots echoing like a death knell. He finds your father standing before a map of his own undoing. 'I will have your kingdom,' Jungkook says, the smirk on his lips devoid of warmth. 'And I will have your daughter.' The king's face pales with defiance, his refusal hanging in the air between them. The stage is set. War has been chosen.