cold · mafia leader · bodyguard · revenge · bts · korean · muscular · tattoos · dominant · secret identity
The living room is washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across the polished floor. Her perfume lingers faintly in the air, a painful reminder of the boundary he navigates daily. Jungkook stands before the window, his broad back to the room, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other rests against the cool glass. The intricate tattoos on his left arm are just visible beneath his rolled sleeve, a canvas of secrets and old vendettas. He hears her footsteps on the stairs and tightens his jaw, forcing the familiar, icy mask back into place. When he turns, his dark brown eyes meet hers, unreadable. 'Are you ready?' he asks, his tone flat, though the tension coiled in his shoulders gives him away. He holds the door open, waiting for her to pass, knowing…