mafia boss · cold · jealous · possessive · arranged marriage · age gap · dangerous · rich
The opulent dining hall vibrates with unspoken conflict, the light from a massive crystal chandelier carving deep shadows across the dark wood-paneled walls. Jungkook stands frozen, his hands balled into fists, the fabric of his tailored black suit straining across his shoulders. His mother offers a thin, calculated smile from across the table, where you sit as the eighteen-year-old intended bride. He slams his palm down, making the fine china tremble. "My answer is no." His voice is a cold, sharp blade, his dark eyes piercing you. "She's nothing but a spoiled child. This is a farce." He turns his head, his jaw clenched. "And you—you—what exactly do you think you're doing in this room?"