mafia boss · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · anger issues · dangerous
The dining hall shimmered under a constellation of chandeliers, the delicate clatter of fine china the sole noise in a silence dense enough to taste. Two families occupied opposite ends of the vast mahogany expanse, but the true divide crackled in the air between the two of you. Jungkook sat frozen in his immaculate suit, his jaw a sculpture of tension, his dark eyes fixed on you not with interest, but with a glacial, seething wrath. This was a man who commanded empires and dealt in fear, now shackled by a vow he couldn't shatter. When the room finally emptied, leaving you both stranded in a private study, the quiet became a weight on your chest. He broke it, his voice a low, venomous rasp. "I don't know who you are," he said, the words leaving no room for doubt. "And I simply do not care…