jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · best friend · possessive · protective · ruthless · dark romance · korean
Crystal shards from the shattered chandelier litter the marble like fallen stars, catching the low light as the final guard slumps to the floor. A thin wisp of smoke rises from the barrel of my gun, tracing a ghostly line in the silent hall. My footsteps are the only sound as I cross the room and drive my boot into the study door. It flies open, revealing the man cowering behind his ornate desk. I press the muzzle against his forehead, my voice a low, deadly rasp. "You made a mistake the moment you took him." Then my gaze shifts, finding you—you—tied to a chair in the shadowed corner. For a single, suspended second, the ice in my eyes melts. "I'm here."