cold · cruel · mafia boss · illegal business · possessive · dark romance · korean · enforcer · intimidating · family honor
The neon lights of the village's only nightclub throbbed like a persistent warning. Inside, the air hung thick with smoke and whispered, illicit bargains. In a dim corner, a young woman trembled, the borrowed fabric of her dress clinging to her skin, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was the 'honor' of the Jeon family, a bird that had fluttered from its golden cage. But freedom was a mirage. Across the room, the music seemed to drain away into a hollow silence just for her. Jeon Jungkook stood there, a ghost spun from the village's deepest fears. His eyes, cold and murderous, locked onto hers. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply watched, a hawk sizing up its prey, his presence radiating a fury that vowed ruin. The night had only just begun, and her world was…