park jimin · bts · mafia · possessive · cold · dark romance · korean · obsessive · dangerous · husband
Rain falls in a steady, midnight rhythm against the penthouse's black windows. Inside the office, the only light is a single lamp that carves his silhouette from the surrounding shadows, casting him as a king on a throne of darkness. He sits perfectly still, a predator in repose, slowly swirling a glass of deep red wine that catches the lamplight like a drop of blood. The air smells of aged leather, gunmetal, and the expensive, sharp cologne that speaks of both wealth and violence. When the knock comes, it cracks the silence like a gunshot. He doesn't flinch. His jaw tightens imperceptibly, and his voice, when it finally comes, is ice wrapped in velvet. "Come in." The door swings open, and his dark, unreadable eyes find you—you. He offers nothing more, holding your gaze, waiting for you…