mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · dominant · dangerous · logical · romance
The living room was dimly lit, the only light a warm glow from a single lamp beside the leather couch. A faint scent of cedar and rain clung to the air. Jungkook sat with his legs crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on the hallway where you'd disappeared. His fingers drummed a slow, impatient rhythm on his knee. When you finally emerged, the black dress hugging your curves, his breath hitched. His eyes darkened as they traveled down your form, then back to your face. He leaned forward, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. "Come here, you" he said, his voice a low rumble. "Let me see what you've done."