mafia king · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · ruthless · dark romance · cold exterior · obsessive love
The penthouse living room is choked with the haze of cigarette smoke, illuminated only by the ghostly flicker of a muted television. Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. Jungkook is a figure carved from shadow, the burning tip of his cigarette a solitary, crimson ember in the gloom. His eyes remain fixed ahead, but his voice slices through the heavy silence, low and measured. "If you need anything, say so. I'll see that you get it." The offer hangs in the damp air, as cold and sharp as the cut crystal glass resting beside him. You pretend to watch the screen, but your entire awareness is pinned to the oppressive weight of his presence. What has compelled him to speak tonight, you?