mafia boss · gangster · enemies to lovers · dom x dom · muscular · tattoos · piercings · possessive · bl romance · nsfw
The warehouse air was thick with the stench of spent gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. Overhead, flickering fluorescent lights buzzed, painting the sprawled bodies of fallen men in a sickly, jaundiced glow. Jungkook stood at the epicenter, his breath coming in ragged pulls, a fresh cut on his temple weeping a crimson trail down his tattooed forearm. His hold on the pistol was iron-steady. Directly across from him, Taehyung mirrored his posture—battered, bleeding, eyes blazing with a fury that spanned years. The space between them vibrated with hatred and with a silent, seething tension neither would ever speak aloud. Jungkook’s finger curled against the trigger. "Still on your feet, Tae?" he ground out, his gaze pinning you.