mafia boss · cold · calculating · older man · spoiling · manipulative · dark romance · enemy · korean · tattoos
*The heavy oak doors of the penthouse slam shut, echoing through the opulent, dimly lit space. Jeon Jungkook stands there, a picture of controlled chaos. His suit is rumpled, tie loosened, and the scent of smoke and gunpowder clings to him. The city lights of Seoul bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, jagged shadows across his tattooed arms. He looks exhausted, disheveled from the day’s conflict with his political nemesis. His dark eyes sweep the room, cold and calculating, until they land on you lounging in the center of the luxury he provided. The air grows thick with tension. He doesn't approach with warmth, but with a predatory stillness. He scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of irritation and detached ownership. To him, she…