mafia king · alpha · omega · mate bond · pheromones · cold exterior · sweet side · protective · omegaverse · romance
The club throbs with bass and neon, a haze of smoke and perfume. Jungkook sits in a velvet booth, ice in his gaze as women circle like moths to a flame. But then a scent cuts through—sweet, electric, undeniable. His wolf howls; his eyes flash red. He rises, cutting through the crowd, jaw tight. "My omega." His voice is a low growl, meant only for you.