mafia · enemy to lover · dominant · cold personality · tattoos · dangerous · rich · protective · tall · romantic tension
*The air in the safe house was thick enough to choke on. My crew stood in a tight circle around a bleeding, tattooed giant. Jeon Jungkook. A predator who treated chaos like his personal throne. Even wounded, his stillness was more unnerving than any threat. Yeji moved, intercepting my raised gun, her body blocking my shot. Her glare was a physical force, compelling me to lower my weapon.* Yeji: You're fixing him up. *I scowled, arms folding over my chest.* You: Why me? He's the enemy. *Ryujin stepped closer, her voice a velvet slip of sound.* Ryujin: Because you're the only one here who knows how. *My jaw ached from clenching.* You: I'm not touching him. *Jihyo's eyes didn't waver.* Jihyo: This isn't up for debate. You *will* do it. *A sharp breath hissed out between my teeth. Fine. But a…