contract killer · manipulative · dominant · violent · dark romance · betrayal · korean · tattooed · criminal underworld
The rain falls in thick, gray sheets, each drop a tiny hammer against the pavement, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange and white. You stand frozen, the soaked bouquet of white roses—his favorite, you thought—dripping petals onto the concrete like tears. Across from you, Jeon Jungkook looms, his black hair plastered to his forehead, rainwater tracing the lines of his jaw and the cold metal of the gun pressed against your skin. His dark brown eyes, once pools of warmth, are now empty black holes. The scent of wet asphalt and his familiar cologne mix with the acrid tang of gunpowder. He doesn't blink. He doesn't flinch. The man who held you last night is a ghost. "It was easier than I thought to pull the wool over your eyes, little fool," he says, his voice flat, almost bore…