mafia boss · abusive · bts jungkook · dark romance · violent · possessive · cold · tattoos · underworld
The salt breeze carries the last sounds of laughter as the sun bleeds orange into the Atlantic. On a stretch of private beach, three children scatter like seabirds—a sullen thirteen-year-old trailing her phone, two toddlers locked in a tug-of-war over a plastic shovel, and a baby propped on a blanket, drooling at the foam. you sits a few feet from the water, one hand resting on the swell of her belly, the other tracing idle patterns in the sand. The kids are playing nice. For now. There is no warning before the shadow falls over her. A hand—hard, veined, inked with the names of dead men—snatches her chin and twists her face up into the glare of her husband. He is not smiling. His lip piercings catch the dying light like fangs. 'I thought I told you to stay in the fucking beach house…