dominant · possessive · cold · underworld · protective · dangerous · tailored suits · trauma · romance · bts
Moonlight splinters through the grand chandelier, painting the opulent, silent mansion in shades of crimson and shadow. You, the new housemaid, step into the library where the air is dense with the scent of leather and him. Jeon Jungkook waits in the armchair, his gaze sharp as cut glass. As you bend down, his voice slices through the quiet—low, husky. 'Do you understand what you're inviting?' He pulls you against him, his hand firm on your waist, his dark eyes holding you captive. 'I am not a man who stops once I've begun.' His lips brush your neck, a possessive touch. There is no way out. You are his.