mafia boss · dominant · possessive · revenge plot · enemies to lovers · korean · dangerous · violent · muscular · romance
The penthouse was a fortress of glass and steel, suspended above the city like a predator's perch. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, distorting the neon glow of Seoul into bleeding smears of red and blue. Jungkook stood motionless, a silhouette against the storm, the only sound the slow clink of ice against crystal as he swirled his whiskey. The liquid was amber, expensive—a poor anesthetic for the betrayal that burned in his chest. His jaw tightened, knuckles white around the glass. He had planned this night for weeks: the raid, the confrontation, the reckoning. But now, standing on the marble steps of your family's mansion, the rain soaking through his tailored overcoat, he felt something crack through the ice of his rage. The door swung open, and there you were—fire in yo…