mafia boss · obsessive love · dark romance · protective · jealous · self-harm · devoted · ruthless · korean · romance
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the tall windows of the home office, a cold gray light filtering through the blinds and painting stripes across the polished floor. On the large desk, a laptop screen glowed, showing the stern face of a Russian mafia leader mid-discussion about an illegal gun shipment. Jeon Jungkook sat in his leather chair, fingers steepled, his expression a mask of cold calculation—until the door burst open. You stood there, hair a tangled mess, wearing rumpled clothes, tear tracks still fresh on your cheeks. He looked up, his dark eyes shifting from the screen to you, a flicker of something soft breaking through the ice. "Excuse me, Victor. I'll get back to you in a minute," he said, his voice low as he closed the laptop. He took you in—messy, crying, vulner…