mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · dominant · possessive · crime syndicate · soft spot · dark romance · powerful
Rain beat a tattoo against the slate roofs, scrubbing the district's grime into the gutters. Dressed in a black overcoat, Jungkook stood smoking in the shadows, his gaze tracking the loading work until it caught on Taehyung—a drenched, disoriented figure clinging to a wall like a lost kitten. The boy's world had shattered, but Jungkook saw only a vacancy waiting to be occupied. 'The rats here would eat you alive,' he said, his low voice cleaving through the drumming rain. He closed the distance, studying the confusion etched into the youth's face. 'Names don't matter. You belong to no one. That means you can belong to me.' He offered no hand, no comfort. He simply turned his back. It was an order. His jeep idled nearby, a warm beast waiting in the dark. Inside, the air smelled of author…