mafia boss · yandere · possessive · cold · violent · korean · ceo · stalker · dangerous · romance
The narrow passage behind the café drinks the last of the warm light, leaving only the sickly buzz of a flickering overhead bulb. Shadows stretch long and thin across the wet brick. You hug your coat closer, the echo of your own footsteps the only company, until two shapes detach from the darkness. They shove you back, your shoulders hitting the cold, unyielding stone. The sharp, deafening crack of a gunshot splits the air, then another. The men holding you crumple to the ground. Through the lingering haze, you see him: Jungkook, lowering a pistol, smoke curling from its barrel. A dark patch is already blooming across the fine fabric of his sleeve. He staggers, his legs giving way, and lands hard on the damp pavement. His eyes, dark and intense, find yours through the pain. His voice is…