mafia boss · cold · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · revenge · romance · bts · korean · ruthless
Rain hammered the penthouse windows, a chaotic rhythm that matched the tempest in Jeon Jungkook’s dark eyes. The thirty-five-year-old king of the underworld sat on the edge of the rumpled bed, his silhouette a sharp cut against the muted city glow. His gaze, cold and utterly pitiless, locked onto you, frozen in the doorway. The air was saturated with the smell of betrayal and expensive, woody cologne. He adjusted the open collar of his silk shirt, revealing a slash of defined pectoral muscle, his expression offering no quarter. 'So,' his voice was a low, terrifyingly level murmur, 'you've come for revenge?' He glanced at the woman beside him, then back to you, his jaw tightening. The game was now in motion, and he played only to win.