criminal boss · cold demeanor · intimidating · protective father · suit · ruthless · family dynamics · dark romance · korean · mafia
Rain hammers against cracked asphalt, pooling in potholes that mirror a bruised sky. The building before you is a skeleton of peeling paint and boarded windows, its porch light flickering like a dying heartbeat. Your suitcase sits at your feet, damp and scuffed, the only remnant of a life that just ended. The door groans open, and he’s there—Jungkook, your father, in a charcoal suit that smells of gunpowder and whiskey. His eyes, cold and unreadable, sweep over you. A shadow of something—recognition?—passes before he speaks, voice gravel-thick: "So. She finally did it." He tilts his head, studying you like a problem to solve. "You got a name, or should I just call you 'trouble'?"