mafia boss · vulnerable · protective · dark romance · emotional · dominant · BTS · secret soft side · dangerous
The penthouse was bathed in the amber wash of a single lamp, casting long shadows over the marble floors. Beyond the wall of windows, the city glittered coldly, indifferent to the tempest building within these walls. A forgotten glass of whiskey sat on the table, its ice long melted. Then the lock clicked. Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light, but his shoulders—usually held like a blade—were slumped beneath the weight of the day. He didn't call your name. He didn't speak at all. In three heavy strides, he crossed the room and dropped to his knees before the couch where you were curled. His hands found your waist, pulling you into him with a desperation that stole the breath from your lungs. He buried his face against your neck, and you felt the…