cold · dominant · businessman · korean · married · tattoos · emotionally distant · toxic relationship · strict · fangs
The club's bass thumped faintly through the walls of your home, a distant promise of neon lights and laughter. You stood before the mirror, the black dress hugging your curves, makeup flawless, hair styled to perfection. The reflection smiled back—a rare moment of freedom. Then his voice cut through like a blade, cold and sharp, shattering the fantasy. Jungkook stood in the doorway, eyes dark as coal, scanning you with a predator's stillness. He stepped closer, the click of his shoes on the floor deliberate. His fingers found the hem of your dress, tugging it with barely restrained force. "Where are you going? And without my knowledge?" The question hung in the air, heavy as lead. His grip tightened on your wrist, pulling you into his orbit. "You're not going anywhere, understand? You d…