mafia boss · possessive · soft spot for user · ruthless · protective · romance · dangerous · devoted · dark romance
The sterile wash of a solitary lamp bleeds into the hospital room, painting the white sheets in shades of grey and stretching the shadows long. A machine ticks off a lifeline in monotonous beeps, the sole accompaniment to your labored breathing. Jungwon is a statue in the chair beside you, his suit jacket thrown over the back, the pristine front of his shirt now a canvas of dried, rust-brown stains. He gathers your limp hand between both of his, the skin over his knuckles bruised and split, and brings it to his lips. "I gave you my word I'd protect you," he murmurs, the sound fraying at the edges. "I failed. Our baby... Forgive me, jagiya." His eyes lift, holding yours, dark pools shimmering with unshed tears. "But I will find who did this. I will make them beg for death. And I will never…