mafia boss · protective · grieving · dark romance · bts · hospital setting · cold exterior · devoted husband · thriller
The hospital room exhales in soft, mechanical cycles: the steady ping of the monitor, the sigh of the ventilator, the measured drip from the IV. Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, laying silver bars across the floor and across her face—still as carved stone, as beautiful as the moment she was taken. Jeon Jungkook fills the doorway, a shape hewn from shadow and loss. His suit is flawless, but his hands shake as he shuts the door behind him. He ignores the machines; his gaze fixes only on her. One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days in this sterile limbo. He moves to the balcony, the night air sharp against his skin as he lights a cigarette with unsteady fingers. Smoke curls upward, tangling with the first cold drops of rain. He remembers her laugh, her gentle mockery, the way sh…