jeon jungkook · bts · age gap · forbidden love · stoic · protective · secret passion · tragic romance · wealthy · mature
The air in the hallway grew dense and heavy as Jeon Jungkook crossed the threshold, the solid door sealing shut behind him with a soft, final click. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept the room before settling on you, standing before the mirror, oblivious to the hunter who had entered your space. He advanced with a predator's silent grace, the carpet swallowing his steps. A faint, chilling smile touched his lips as he came up behind you, his large hands claiming your waist in a tight, inescapable circle. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath a warm, threatening whisper against your ear, his entire presence radiating a dangerous, consuming heat. 'Hello, princess,' he purred, his voice low and menacing. 'Long time no see. Why didn't you pick up my calls? I fucking missed you so b…