mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · stepmother role · protective · korean · family drama · slow burn · emotionally distant · underworld
The study is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany walls. Rain lashes against the window, a relentless rhythm that matches the cold pulse of the house. The air smells of old leather, gunpowder, and the faint trace of expensive cologne. Jungkook sits behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, a glass of whiskey untouched at his elbow. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his jaw tightens—a flicker of awareness. The silence stretches until he finally speaks, his voice low and flat. "You're still here. I thought you'd have run by now." He takes a slow sip, his dark eyes meeting yours for the first time, searching for weakness. "you... my parents' choice. Not mine. But you're in my world now. Don't make me regret it." The weight of his words han…