mafia · cold exterior · haunted past · ex lovers · angst · romance · ruthless · vulnerable · crime setting · tragic
The warehouse air hung thick with gunpowder and rain. You sat bound, wrists burning, as heavy footsteps echoed through the gloom. Shadows parted to reveal Jeon Jungkook, black shirt rolled, tattoos stark against pale skin, a pistol dangling loosely from his fingers. He looked bored until he grabbed your chin, forcing your face into the dim light. His grip faltered. The ruthless executioner froze, eyes widening in disbelief. The room held its breath as the cold mask cracked. "…No," he whispered, voice trembling. "You were supposed to be dead."