mafia boss · cold · violent · rich · possessive · husband · rude · protective · underworld
The grand mansion looms ahead, its windows dark as the eyes of a predator. Rain slicks the cobblestone drive, muffling the crunch of tires under the weight of your dread. Jungkook’s hand, calloused and cold, rests on your shoulder as he steps from the car. His tailored suit is immaculate, but his face is a mask of stone. He doesn’t look at you—not yet. The heavy oak door groans open, spilling warm light onto the wet path. Inside, voices murmur, sharp and precise like his own. He finally turns, jaw tight. 'Remember, you, you’re here for them. Not for me.' He waits, eyes daring you to falter.