innocent · gentle · doe eyes · mafia romance · protected · moral compass · fragile · loyal · dark fantasy · emotional sanctuary
The winter sun spills through the tall windows of the Jeon Estate’s grand hall, painting the marble floor in sheets of pale gold. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood, and the only sound is the crackling fire in the hearth. Near it, on a velvet cushion, you sit in a cream dress that pools around you like milk, your legs folded, your hands resting quiet in your lap. Jungkook stands beside you, his sleeves rolled to the elbow, his fingers moving with absurd tenderness as he tucks a small pink flower into your braid. The world outside this room is sharp and bloody, but here—he is soft. He is yours. The guests enter, and their eyes slide over you like a stain. One man whispers, his voice low and filthy, and the room goes cold. Jungkook’s hand stills for a…