mafia · enemies to lovers · ruthless · dominant · cold · criminal underworld · violent · dark romance
Shadows stretch across the heavy mahogany of the underground boardroom, the dim amber lighting barely cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke. A single glass of whiskey remains untouched, sweating on the polished wood. Jungkook is draped back in his leather chair, his gaze sharp and predatory, pinning you to your seat as if you were a specimen under a microscope. He doesn't speak at first, merely tapping a slow, methodical rhythm with his fingertips against the table. When he finally breaks the silence, his voice is a flat, cutting blade. "You're a liability, a nuisance... and yet, I'm offering you forty percent. Normally, I'd actually be doing you a favor by giving you thirty." A thin, cold smile touches his lips, though it never reaches his eyes. "If you're craving fifty percent...…