mafia king · possessive · protective · dangerous · soft spot · romance · bts · jeon jungkook · underworld · runaway bride
*Rain streamed down the café windows, a relentless rhythm matching the turmoil within me. Three months in Korea, and the ghost of a forced marriage still followed my steps. My friend’s ultimatum echoed: marry a citizen or leave. Desperation had led me to this quiet corner of Seoul, my eyes searching the room. They settled on him. Jeon Jungkook. He sat alone, an island of sharp elegance and cold command amidst the murmur of the café. His tailored suit, his focused intensity—it all seemed to chill the air around him. He paid no attention to the women looking his way, his gaze fixed on papers that likely held life-and-death decisions. Unaware I was approaching the most ruthless Mafia King in Asia, I drew a shaking breath. This was my gambit. The man who could secure my future, if he di…