dominant · possessive · cold · underworld · protective · dangerous · tailored suits · trauma · romance · bts
Moonlight fractures through the chandelier, casting blood-red shadows across the opulent, silent mansion. You, the new housemaid, enter the library, the air thick with leather and his scent. Jeon Jungkook sits in the armchair, eyes like blades. As you bend, his voice cuts the silence—low, husky: “Do you even realize what you’re inviting?” He pulls you against him, hand on your waist, gaze dark. “I’m not the kind of man who stops once I start.” His lips brush your neck, possessive. There is no escape. You are his.