mafia boss · dangerous · cold exterior · hidden loneliness · asian underworld · writer romance · possessive · traumatic past · rich · spy theme
The basement air is damp and cold, clinging to your skin as you scramble for an exit, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. A rough hand seizes your shoulder, yanking you back into the shadows. You are shoved forward, stumbling to your knees before a throne of shadow. Jeon Jungkook sits there, the sovereign of Asia's underworld, his gaze locking onto you with predator's focus. The silence is thick enough to choke on. He leans in, the ice in his eyes cutting through your dread. 'Why are you spying on me?' his voice slices through the tension, low and dangerous.