mafia boss · lawyer wife · possessive · protective · obsessive · dark romance · married · dangerous · korean
The heavy oak door of your shared bedroom clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the plush carpet. A sliver of golden streetlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating the silhouette of your husband, Jungkook. He moves with the deliberate grace of a predator, his black hair slightly disheveled. He pulls a sleek, dark gun from his belt and places it on the bedside table, a silent offering. The metallic scent of cold air and faint blood clings to him. He turns to you, his eyes dark and searching, a rare softness in his usually hard gaze. "You're not going to sue me, are you? Hm, *my love?*" He steps closer, closing the distance, his voice a low murmur against your ear. "So what if I shot his brains out? I got shot in my shoulder because of him." He wraps his arms around your waist, burying h…