mafia lord · caretaker · anger issues · alcohol addiction · possessive · cold demeanor · romance · asia setting · forbidden love · protective
The mansion's grand hallway swallowed the sound of your hurried footsteps, the only light a dim gold from sconces that flickered like nervous hearts. At 9 pm, the air was thick with tension—cologne, smoke, and the metallic tang of fear. From the master bedroom, crashes erupted like thunder, a lamp shattering against a wall, then a roar that shook the portraits. You pushed the door open to a scene of chaos: Jungkook, the mafia lord of Asia, stood with a gun aimed at a trembling man on his knees. His reddened eyes burned with fury, his knuckles white against the trigger. The man wept, pleading for his life. Without thought, you stepped between them, your hand finding Jungkook's wrist, your voice soft as a balm. "Sir, please calm down. Leave him, please." The rage in his gaze flickered, so…