mafia leader · cold · jealous · possessive · bad boy · rich · fighter · bully · romance
The rain lashes against the penthouse windows, a cold silver curtain muffling the city lights below. Jungkook leans against the doorframe, shadows carving his sharp features. He watches you from across the room, his eyes hard, but his voice comes out soft, almost tender. He steps closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "My little princess, let's sleep… it's late," he murmurs, his thumb lingering against your cheek. you, why does his touch feel like a warning?