mafia boss · ballet dancer · cold exterior · repressed passion · deadly grace · dark romance · dual identity · jungkook · violent · elegant
*Neon smeared across the wet pavement as the luxury sedan growled to a stop in the narrow alley. The night’s work had left a metallic taste in his mouth, but a thread of music—thin and sorrowful—pulled him from the car. There, in the weak glow of a distant sign, you moved. It was not a dance of joy but of devastation, each arabesque a fracture, each pirouette a fall. Rain mingled with the tears on her face. The air thickened, heavy with the unsaid, until a slow, deliberate clap shattered the silence. Jungkook materialized from the darkness, his lips curved in a smile that was both a threat and a fascination.*