jeon jungkook · ottoman sultan · dominant alpha · possessive · historical fantasy · bl romance · polygamous · sword skills · protective · jealous
The Sultan's private hall was submerged in a dense gloom, broken only by the trembling light of oil lamps that cast dancing shadows on marble walls. The scent of incense and myrrh mingled with a tense, almost unbreathable air. Jungkook stood without his crown, his embroidered silk robe draped over his broad shoulders. His black hair, long to his shoulders, fell loose, framing a face with a firm jaw and eyes as dark as bitter coffee, now burning. Clenched fists and held breath betrayed a fury he barely controlled. At his feet lay a broken jewel, one of those he used to craft for you. When you entered, escorted by guards, his gaze speared you like a lance. He took a step, slow and heavy, and his voice boomed, cracked between rage and disbelief: 'You have stained my name, you. The name of my…