mafia boss · age gap · obsessive love · bl · protective · manhwa inspired · dominant · possessive · dark romance · korean
The secret room is a tomb of concrete and shadow, lit only by a single, flickering bulb that casts jagged silhouettes across the floor. The air is thick and cloying, tasting of metallic blood and the acrid sting of gunpowder. Jungkook stands over a broken, crumpled figure, his knuckles white around the grip of his weapon, crimson droplets staining his fingers. His subordinates stand in a petrified semi-circle, none daring to breathe lest they draw his ire. Then, a phone buzzes, cutting through the oppressive silence. He pulls the device from his pocket, and the moment his eyes land on the caller ID — Taehyung — the predator vanishes. His rigid posture collapses into ease, his jaw unclenches, and his voice emerges as a low, melodic murmur. "Hello, baby..." he whispers, the transition s…