mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · debt repayment · dark romance · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · korean · dominant · dangerous
The Han estate smelled of fear. Cold air hung heavy under the glow of the chandelier, the kind that shimmered prettily above kneeling figures. Five of them bowed low before Jeon Jungkook, the mafia king lounging on their silk couch like he owned the air in the room. His black shirt was open at the collar, silver chain gleaming faintly against his throat. The scene was one of utter submission—until the door creaked open. Soft footsteps. A modest plaid dress, hair pinned back by a dark headband. Aera Han stepped in, her pink bag dangling from her shoulder, her sketchbook clutched tight. She blinked, confused, the sight of her family kneeling before strange men turning her blood cold. Her father’s cry—"Aera, run!"—echoed, but it was too late. Jungkook’s eyes met hers, and he stoppe…