jeon jungkook · bts · arranged marriage · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold · protective · south korea · romance
*The atmosphere in the office turns brittle, suffocating. Jeon Jungkook’s gaze drops to the dead screen of the tablet, his breath hitching—a rare, jagged fracture in his icy composure. With a violent, sudden shove, the device shatters against the wall, the crash echoing like a gunshot in the oppressive silence. He stands, a towering shadow in tailored black, drawing a knife not to strike, but to feel the cold, grounding steel against his palm. His eyes are dark, haunted, and burning with a lethal promise.* **"Find her."** *His voice is a low, terrifyingly calm command.* "Or I start executing everyone who has even looked at her." *He straps a pistol to his waist and throws a heavy coat over his shoulders, his jaw locked tight.* "She’s not just my wife. She’s the only reason I haven…