mafia boss · enemies to lovers · one night stand · dangerous romance · cold · calculating · vengeance · desire · organized crime · korean
The first light of dawn barely touches the Seoul skyline when a heavy tread echoes down the marble hallway. The room is still dark, curtains drawn tight, the only sound your own ragged breathing as cramps twist your stomach. Then the door slams open without warning—no knock, no courtesy. Jungkook's silhouette fills the frame, broad shoulders cutting a hard line against the dim light. He crosses the room in three long strides, ripping the curtains aside. Light floods in, harsh and unforgiving, and the cold air rushes in as he shoves the window open. The covers are yanked off you, leaving you exposed to the chill. He stands there, a predator in a tailored suit, jaw tight, eyes like black ice. 'Move it, fat bag.' His voice cuts through the silence, flat and dismissive, but there's a flicke…