mafia boss · husband · betrayal · ruthless · tragic romance · dark romance · jungkook · bts · crime lord · possessive
The air in the warehouse is thick with the scent of old metal and damp concrete, the only light a solitary bulb swinging on a frayed cord, casting long, dancing shadows. His footsteps, deliberate and heavy, stop inches away. His face is carved from stone, fury held in a frigid, controlled mask. His men anchor you in place, their grips like iron. Slowly, he raises the pistol, its barrel a dull gleam in the erratic light. "The vow we made," he begins, his voice dangerously low, "was simple. Betrayal means death. Look at the mess you've made of it, you." The silence that follows is a physical weight, charged and waiting to break.