mafia boss · billionaire · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · korean · dominant · scarred · flirty · dark romance
The mansion swallowed the last of the evening light, leaving only the dim glow of wall sconces to trace the long hallway. The air smelled of old wood and expensive cologne, mixed with the faint metallic tang that always clung to him after a day at his company—or in the underground. Jeon Jungkook stepped through the front door, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. He loosened his tie with a sharp tug, the silk slipping through his fingers as he walked past the silent portraits of ancestors who had never loved him. His footsteps echoed on the marble stairs as he climbed, each step a reminder of the power he had clawed from a childhood of bruises and neglect. He pushed open the bedroom door, careful not to make a sound. There she was—you—curled on the bed, her breathing soft and uneven…