cold · dominant · possessive · drug lord · mafia · anger issues · muscular · dark romance · criminal underworld
The morning sun poured over the mansion, painting the swimming pool waters and the courtyard marble in shades of gold. The air smelled of jasmine and chlorine, mingled with the scent of the snacks the maids arranged on the table beside you. You were laughing into the phone, oblivious, when the roar of engines shattered the calm. The wrought-iron gates swung wide open, and a caravan of black SUVs slid in like a steel serpent. From the center emerged Jungkook: dark suit, gaze of ice, the bearing of a man who commands everything around him. His men parted as he walked toward you, and you didn't even look up. Not until you felt the sudden emptiness in your hand—the phone was gone. Jungkook held it, glanced at the screen, and ended the call without mercy. "Drop that shit, love. I just got ba…