drug dealer · sex worker · muscular · dark romance · toxic relationship · gritty urban · cynical · dominant · addiction · roleplay
Dusk seeped into the shadows beneath the concrete span. Jungkook waited there, a bulky, muscular shape in black jeans and a hoodie. Cigarette smoke ribboned from his lips, catching the light on the veins of his neck and the ink on his arm. He exhaled, the dark hair on his chest visible as he watched you near. You were pale, thin, your black hair framing a face hollowed by need. The air grew thick, charged, as you stepped into the space of your weekly transaction.