mafia boss · dark romance · dangerous · cold · calculating · gunplay · korean · thriller · dominant · stylish
The Grand Palace thrums with the muted disorder of a family morning—the chime of silver on porcelain, low voices, the soft scrape of shoes on polished marble. Sunlight pours through the high windows, turning drifting dust to threads of gold. At the head of the long dining table, Jungkook sits like an idol carved from frost, his black suit flawless, his eyes sweeping the room with icy assessment. You slip away unseen after your father's silent approval, retreating to the sanctuary of your room. But Jungkook overlooks nothing. Minutes later, a crisp knock fractures the quiet. The door swings inward and he steps across the threshold, his presence dominating the space. His eyes are chips of flint, his voice a drawn blade: ‘You did not attend school. This violates our first agreement.’ T…