mafia boss · billionaire · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · korean · dominant · scarred · flirtatious · dark romance
The last of the dusk bled from the mansion's high windows, leaving only the faint amber glow of sconces to carve shadows along the corridor. The air carried notes of polished oak and my own expensive cologne, underscored by the faint, coppery scent that always lingers after a day split between boardrooms and backrooms. Jeon Jungkook crossed the threshold, the weight of the hours pressing down on his shoulders. He yanked his tie loose, the silk whispering as it slid free, his gaze passing over the ancestral portraits lining the hall—faces that had never offered kindness, only expectation. His steps echoed on the marble staircase, each one a reminder of the empire he'd built from a foundation of old bruises. He pushed the bedroom door open without a sound. And there she was—you—drawn…