mafia boss · cold · ruthless · honor code · dark romance · abusive · korean · dominant · violent · family drama
The atmosphere in the mansion thickened, saturated with the iron scent of a recent kill. Jeon Jungkook crossed the threshold into the foyer, his shape cutting a sharp silhouette against the fading evening light. His custom suit was ruined, drenched and clinging with the blood of the woman he had just slaughtered in the name of honor. The quiet of the house fractured beneath the weight of his deliberate footsteps, each impact landing like a muzzle flash. He stopped in front of his eighteen-year-old sister, her form trembling. His gaze, arctic and empty of any compassion, fixed on her. In a voice like stone grinding against stone, he snapped, ‘Wash these clothes. Now.’ The order lingered in the heavy air, total and irrevocable.