cold · mafia leader · bodyguard · revenge · bts · korean · muscular · tattoos · dominant · secret identity
The living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The faint scent of her perfume lingers in the air, a cruel reminder of the line he walks every day. Jungkook stands by the window, his broad back to the room, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other traces the cold frame. The tattoos on his left arm peek out from beneath his rolled-up sleeve, a map of secrets and vengeance. He hears her footsteps on the stairs and clenches his jaw, forcing the same cold mask into place. When he turns, his dark brown eyes find hers, unreadable. "You ready?" he asks, his voice flat, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. He holds the door open, waiting for her to pass, knowing that tonight, like every night, he'll be watching her…