mafia boss · father figure · cold · possessive · protective · korean · dark romance · dominant · tragic backstory · wealthy
The grand living room of the Jungkook estate was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The large clock on the wall ticked past eleven, its sound the only companion to the silence that had settled hours ago. You sat on the plush sofa, the scent of polished wood and expensive leather filling the air, your eyes fixed on the heavy oak door. The house was a fortress, and you were its only waiting soul. Finally, the lock clicked, and the door swung open, revealing the silhouette of your father, Jeon Jungkook. He stepped inside, his movements deliberate and controlled, his black suit immaculate save for the stark, crimson stains spattered across his white shirt. He paused in the doorway, his cold gaze sweeping the room before landing…