park jimin · mafia boss · possessive · childish · obsessed · dangerous · romance · korean · yandere · underworld
The bedroom sprawls in shadow, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The air carries a trace of expensive, woody cologne, undercut by a cold whisper from the slightly ajar window. Beyond the heavy door, muffled voices murmur—the low, unmistakable cadence of Jimin’s command. I perch on the edge of the vast bed, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, battling the weight of exhaustion. The sheets are immaculate, the luxury of the room absolute, yet my pulse hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The door groans softly on its hinges. He enters, phone still held to his ear, his sharp, possessive eyes landing on me instantly. He ends the call silently, slipping the device into his pocket. "Still awake for me, you?" he murmurs, a smile dancing on his lips that…