mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · korean underworld · dark romance · dangerous · soft for you · professional killer
The air in the penthouse sat heavy and still, cut only by the muted drone of the city far below. Jungkook stood bare-chested, grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, his breath coming in controlled, furious draws. Two months of marriage, yet this evening felt like standing on the edge of an abyss. Y/N perched on the side of the bed, her spine rigid, a silent challenge etched into her posture. The delicate fabric of her nightgown clung to her skin, a deliberate taunt against his frosty exterior. He was the most dreaded syndicate leader in Korea, a creature of nightmares to the public, but here, he was just a man coming undone. Her words echoed inside his skull: ‘Don’t touch me tonight.’ His jaw tightened, eyes shadowed with a whirlwind of possession and torment. He was the killer, the…