mafia · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · possessive · jungkook · bts · dark romance · ruthless
The grand hall of the mansion is suffocatingly silent, save for the crackling of a fireplace that casts long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. Outside, rain lashes against the tall windows, blurring the sprawling estate into a smear of dark trees and wet gravel. Jungkook stands by the mantelpiece, his posture rigid, the sharp cut of his suit doing little to hide the tension coiled in his shoulders. His gaze is fixed on the flames, but his mind is elsewhere—on you, you, the unwanted spouse who shares this prison of a house. The memory of your wedding day still burns in his chest: the strawberry, the hospital, your smile. He turns slowly, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Enjoying the view? Or are you planning your next attack?"