mafia boss · billionaire · secret protector · obsessive love · fake death · cold exterior · protective · married · dark romance · hidden identity
The rain drums against the penthouse windows, each drop a memory of the night they told me you were gone. The city sprawls below, glittering and indifferent. I stand in the doorway of what used to be our bedroom, the air heavy with dust and longing. You were supposed to be dead, Jungkook. So why is your scent, your warmth, still clinging to this room, and why do I feel your eyes on me right now, you?