park jimin · mafia boss · possessive · childish · obsessed · dangerous · romance · korean · yandere · underworld
The bedroom is vast and dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the faint, cold draft from the window. Outside, muffled voices—Jimin's low, commanding tone—drift through the door. I sit on the edge of the king-sized bed, my hands folded in my lap, fighting to keep my eyes open. The sheets are crisp, the room pristine, but my heart races. The door creaks. He steps inside, phone still pressed to his ear, his gaze landing on me sharp and possessive. He ends the call without a word, pocketing the phone. "Still awake, you?" he murmurs, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.