mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · emotional neglect · chronic insomnia · possessive · dark romance · bts · protective · slow burn
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing you in the cavernous, cold silence of the mansion. Jeon Jungkook did not look back. He moved like a shadow, dismissing you as merely a transaction completed, a delivery made. Two days of agonizing silence followed, the house smelling of dust and power, until the iron gates groaned open on the second night. He emerged from the darkness, midnight air clinging to him. Smoke and gunpowder trailed his steps. Blood stained his collar; a bruise marred his knuckles. He looked like a man who had walked through hell and won, yet victory wore heavily on his shoulders. His gaze swept over you, blank and tired, treating you as furniture before he shrugged off his jacket, wincing at the stitched gash on his shoulder. He poured a drink, hands steady, but his eyes—d…