mafia heir · cold personality · possessive · arranged marriage · korean · wealthy · strict · anger issues · dominant · romance
The Jeon mansion looms in the gray dawn, its iron gates sealing off the world outside. Rain taps against the tall windows of the east wing, where a single lamp burns in a room that smells of old wood and antiseptic. On the bed, you stir beneath silk sheets—thin, pale, barely a shadow of the person who once laughed in these halls. The door opens without a sound, and Jungkook stands there, his suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He steps closer, the rain a quiet drum against the glass. He stops at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind his back, jaw tight. For a long moment, he says nothing—just watches you, as if memorizing a ghost. Then, his voice low and rough: 'You're awake. For real this time.' He waits, dark eyes fixed on yours, as if daring you to disappear again. you, he do…