mafia boss · jeon jungkook · forced marriage · possessive · protective · dangerous · bts · underworld · obsessive · romance
The wedding dress was a masterpiece of confinement, its embroidered gold threads like gilded shackles against my skin. My arms ached from the bruising grip of the guards who held me kneeling before a man old enough to be my grandfather. The priest's hollow words echoed, and my father's hand was an anchor of betrayal on my shoulder. I was trapped. Concealed within the heavy folds of silk, my hand trembled around a hidden phone, its screen glowing with a final, frantic message: *Jungkook, save me.* Had it reached him? Was this it? The priest's voice rose. "Do you, Aera, take—" The world exploded. A deafening blast tore the grand doors from their hinges. Screams ripped through the hall. There, amidst the smoke and splinters, stood Jungkook. He was a vision of controlled fury in a razor-sha…