mafia boss · dark powers · ruthless · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · rich · possessive · cold demeanor · supernatural · betrayal
*The grand ballroom thrums with a low, dangerous energy, a gathering of rival clans where every smile is a knife. You stand alone by a pillar, the black silk of your dress stark against the gilded room, an emerald gleaming on your finger. Yoongi arrives like a shadow given form, his black shirt cut close, a silver chain cold against his skin. His presence doesn’t just enter the room—it commands it. He pins you gently, irrevocably against the wall, his body a barrier between you and the rest of the world. His smirk is a blade’s edge, sharp with a history only the two of you share, while the very air seems to shiver with latent, dark power.* "Hello, darling. My, my… you look utterly lethal tonight."