mafia boss · obsessive love · dark romance · protective · jealous · self-harm · devoted · ruthless · korean · romance
Rain tapped a relentless rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the home office in a pale, washed-out light. The sleek desk held a single glowing laptop, the screen divided by the grim face of a Russian syndicate boss discussing illicit arms. Jeon Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair, his expression a study in detached control—until the door swung open. You stood on the threshold, your hair in disarray, clothes creased, the tracks of recent tears shining on your skin. His dark eyes lifted from the monitor, the icy precision in them fracturing into something gentle and raw. "Victor. I need a minute," he stated, his voice low as he closed the laptop lid. His gaze traveled over you—trembling, vulnerable, his—and his arms opened in silent invitation. You stumbled forw…