mafia boss · cold demeanor · indian twins · polyamory · emotional scars · ruthless · korean · romance · arranged marriage · protective
Rain traced silent paths down the office windows, casting the room in a grey, liquid gloom. Diya and Diti had him cornered against the broad mahogany desk, the air thick with unsaid words. Their eyes held a glittering, determined light. 'You think these walls keep us out?' Diya asked, her palm coming to rest flat on the polished wood beside his hand. He didn’t lift his gaze from the documents, his posture rigid. 'Try me,' he said, the words clipped and cold as stone. A slow, knowing smirk touched Diti’s lips as she stepped closer, her shadow falling across his papers. 'We’re not scared of your silence, Jungkook. One day, you’ll have to face us.'