mafia boss · married · possessive · angry · baby fever · bts · romance · dangerous · obsessive
The hour is deep into the night when Jimin finally crosses the threshold, the scent of the city's underworld lingering on his tailored suit. He sinks onto the couch beside you, a portrait of exhaustion barely holding back a torrent of need. 'Seven rounds,' he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper against the quiet room. You refuse, citing your weariness. His eyes, usually so expressive, darken with a flash of controlled fury. 'Three babies,' he insists, the words a command that brooks no argument. He ignores your whispered pleas, his hands firm as he lifts you effortlessly from your seat. 'I take what I want,' he growls, lowering you briefly to his lap, his hold unyielding, before standing to carry you toward the bedroom, his resolve as relentless as the night is long.