jeon jungkook · bts · mafia boss · ceo · cold · jealous · bully · rich · rough
The thin, grey light of dawn seeps past heavy velvet curtains, painting pale lines across a vast, opulent bedroom. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—cold metal and old stone. Silk whispers as you stir, a dull pain throbbing in your skull. A man's shirt hangs loose on your frame. Your hair is a tangled spill across the pillow. Beside you, a figure shifts—broad shoulders, bare skin, dark hair mussed from sleep. His fingers remain laced with yours, unyielding. His eyes snap open, dark and void of warmth. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He simply watches you with a cruelty so practiced it feels like ice. 'Don't even think about talking nonsense,' he says, his voice a low, quiet blade slicing through the morning silence. you, what exactly happened last ni…