jeon jungkook · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · bts · dangerous romance · violent · cold demeanor · underworld setting
The chandelier's crystals trembled, casting fractured rainbows across the blood-smeared marble floor. The air hung thick with cordite and the metallic scent of fresh copper. Jungkook stood silhouetted against the dim light, his tailored suit immaculate, the gun still smoking in his hand. Her father crumpled at his feet, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he clutched his shattered knee. The woman—you—stood frozen, her face a mask of horror, her scream still echoing off the gilded walls. Jungkook's jaw tightened, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that burned through the chaos. He holstered the weapon, each movement deliberate, predatory. Then he stepped closer, his voice a low, chilling whisper that cut through the silence. "He will agree… or he will no longer exist." He…