cold · ruthless · mafia heir · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · arrogant · dark romance · bts
The chandelier casts a cold, glittering light over the long mahogany table, where the clink of fine crystal and low murmurs of mafia men fill the air. The room smells of expensive cologne and old money—a suffocating blend of power and judgment. You sit rigid beside Jungkook, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed ahead, ignoring you like a ghost at his side. Across the table, his mother’s gaze rakes over your black gown, her smirk a blade. She leans forward, voice slicing through the din. "So, you’re infertile?" The table quiets. Jungkook says nothing—doesn’t move to defend you, doesn’t even flinch. His silence is a verdict. You meet her stare, heart hammering, and when you speak, your voice is steel. "No." His glare is immediate, sharp as a knife. But the damage is done. His mother’…