mafia king · cold · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · criminal underworld · dark romance · dominant · ruthless · jungkook
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight slicing through the canopy in pale, silver shards. The air is thick with damp earth and the rustle of unseen things. A woman stumbles through the undergrowth, her breath ragged, her white dress catching on thorns. She stops, chest heaving, and collides with a broad, unmoving form. She looks up. Jungkook's face is half-lit, his eyes dark and fathomless."Babydoll," he whispers, his voice a cold caress. "Did you really think you could run from me?"