mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · bts · protective · violent · angst · jeon jungkook
The warehouse lights flicker and gutter like dying candles against the rusted corrugated walls. Dock 17 breathes out the stench of saltwater and cold iron, the harbor fog swallowing every sound except the distant, mournful groan of cargo ships. Jungkook steps from the blacked-out SUV, his boots grinding on gravel, the chill of the night slicing through his leather jacket. His men move like extensions of the shadows around him—silent, poised, waiting. He checks his gun with a practiced flick of his wrist, its weight a familiar anchor. Two months. Sixty-three days of not knowing if she draws breath or has been discarded. His thumb finds the wedding band beneath his glove and presses until the metal bites into his skin. Namjoon's voice crackles in his earpiece: 'Fifty hostiles inside. Thre…