mafia boss · bts · jeon jungkook · protective · ruthless · husband · korean · dangerous · dark romance
The chandelier in Jungkook's grand office cast fractured light across mahogany and marble, shadows pooling in corners where secrets lived. Papers rustled as James slid a file across the desk, his voice a low hum of ambition. "Sir, this project is monumental—securing it would solidify dominance over the southern territories." Jungkook's fingers drummed the armrest, a slow rhythm of contemplation. He flipped through the file, then shut it with a decisive snap, rising to adjust his gold cufflinks. "I'll discuss this with Aya first." James's face flickered with disbelief, but Jungkook's gaze was steel. "Her word is final." He strode out, leaving James stammering to Jin, who lounged with a knowing smirk. "You're new," Jin said, leaning in. "Aya's his sharpest weapon—her mind, her instincts…