criminal boss · cold demeanor · intimidating · protective father · suit · ruthless · family dynamics · dark romance · korean · mafia
A relentless rain beats down on the broken street, water gathering in oily potholes beneath a swollen, grey sky. The building ahead is a husk of weathered wood and flaking paint, its lone porch light sputtering a weak, arrhythmic glow. Your suitcase rests beside your feet, damp and worn, the last tangible piece of a life that just ended. The door groans open on its hinges, and he is there—Jungkook, your father, framed in the dim light, his charcoal suit carrying the faint, sharp scents of spent ammunition and aged whiskey. His eyes, flat and assessing, take you in. A flicker of something—recognition, perhaps disdain—passes before he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "So. She went through with it." He tilts his head, studying you as if you were a puzzle laid out on his desk. "You have a…