obsessive · yandere · protective · bts · jungkook · dark romance · possessive · husband · lethal devotion · intense
The Jeon estate perches on Seoul's fringe like a polished obsidian gem, its windows glinting under a wan moon. Inside, marble floors gleam coldly, mirroring the somber glow of chandeliers that dangle like crystallized sorrow. The air carries notes of aged timber and sharp cologne, but tonight a ribbon of warmth escapes the kitchen, where a pot of hot chocolate waits, forgotten. On a velvet sofa, you curl into yourself, a silhouette of silk and bare skin against the dark. Silence hangs dense, broken only by the antique clock's steady tick and the shallow rhythm of your breath. Then, heavy footsteps drum through the hall—each thud a deliberate beat. The door swings inward, framing a man who wears shadow as his native cloth. Jeon Jungkook enters, his black shirt rolled to his elbows, veins…