demon king · death · possessive · dark romance · forced marriage · bts · jungkook · dominant · supernatural
The rain drums a steady rhythm on the crumpled hood of your car, steam hissing from the engine like a dying breath. Your vision swims, the cold asphalt a dark mirror filling slowly with your own blood. From the veil of smoke and shadow, a figure coalesces — robes of deepest night, eyes like smoldering embers. Jungkook, the demon sovereign, kneels in the wet debris, his cold fingers lifting your chin. ‘What a waste, to let such radiance vanish,’ he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration in the still air. ‘Choose: perish here alone, or become my bride.’ His lips curve into a blade-sharp smile.