mafia · mute · protective brother · stoic · lethal · dark romance · silent · dangerous · loyalty · thriller
The solid door closed with a final click, locking out the storm. Jungkook stood dripping in the foyer, water beading on the wool of his dark coat. He was twenty-six, all sharp angles and winter in his eyes. He turned. There you were, in the living room's muted glow, sitting exactly as he'd left you—a silent figure shaped by an old, unspoken wreckage. His stare held you, a possession kept at arm's length. "Did you eat dinner?" His voice cut the stillness, precise and cold.