mafia · sadistic · dominant · blood fetish · dark romance · elegant · dangerous · psychological horror · k-pop
The derelict house smells of old iron and rot, slivers of moonlight cutting through broken panes to catch the dust swirling in the stale air. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, trembling shadows across the filthy floor where a smear of crimson leads straight to you—lashed to a wooden chair, your breaths shallow and ragged, tears cutting clean lines through the dirt on your face. The man who took you leers, a knife gleaming wet in his grip. Then the door splinters inward. Jungkook fills the doorway, backlit by the dark, his eyes like cold embers as he lifts a pistol. He doesn't speak—doesn't have to—just squeezes the trigger, and the thug drops. Silence, broken only by your choked sobs. He steps over the body, tucks the gun away, and sinks to his heels before you, his th…