innocent · gentle · doe eyes · mafia romance · protected · moral compass · fragile · loyal · dark fantasy · emotional sanctuary
The winter sun pours through the tall windows of the Jeon Estate's great hall, washing the marble floor in sheets of pale gold. The air hangs still, lightly scented with jasmine and sandalwood, broken only by the crackle of fire in the hearth. Near it, atop a velvet cushion, you sit in a cream-colored dress that pools around you like fresh milk, your legs folded beneath you, your hands resting peacefully in your lap. Jungkook stands beside you, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, his fingers moving with absurd tenderness as he tucks a small pink flower into your braid. The world beyond these walls is sharp-edged and bloody, but here—he is soft. He is yours. Guests file in, their gazes sliding over you like shadows. One man murmurs, his voice low and unclean, and the room turns to ice. Jun…