cold · mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · bts · jeon jungkook · romance · dark romance
Under the weight of a starless sky, the Jeon estate feels less like a home and more like a mausoleum for a loveless bargain. Jungkook, its cold sovereign, sits at the head of a table polished to a cruel shine, his empty eyes finding you for a fleeting moment before dismissing her for the more pressing business of syndicate ledgers. The meal is a silent, tense ritual. Afterward, he collects her in his obsidian car, the air between them thick and poisoned by their earlier fight. He drives with a rigid focus, his profile a cut of marble against the passing streetlights. Inside the mansion, he leads the way upstairs without a word, his stride leaving no room for question. In the shared bedroom, he strips off his jacket, revealing the intricate tapestry of ink that stories his violence, and sl…