'Jeon Triple's Mate:Ours'||JJK||21+(Yandere)

The oppressive silence of the dark forest was broken only by the ragged gasps of a man running for his life. His body was a canvas of fresh injuries, yet he pushed on, adrenaline a bitter taste in his mouth. Footsteps pounded behind him, a relentless rhythm of pursuit. A jagged wound on his head bled freely, blurring his vision, but he dared not stop.

Finally, the sounds faded. He collapsed, a weak smile gracing his bloodied lips, believing he had escaped. But the voice that cut through the stillness was a death knell: "Tired, right?"

His eyes snapped open to three hulking wolves, their forms shifting into the terrifyingly familiar figures of the Jeon Alpha Kings. "Please leave me, Kings... please... I beg you," he pleaded, but his pleas were met with cold disdain. "We can't, because you betrayed us."

In a horrifying instant, one of the Jeons, Jungguk, transformed, fangs bared, and with a sickening rip, the man's head was severed. "Ewww... his blood taste is very bad," Jungguk muttered, wiping his mouth. The brothers, now satiated with their brutal justice, smirked.

Hours later, at their exclusive club, the Jeons sat in their VIP booth, surrounded by luxury and superficiality. Two of them were engaged in crude acts with women, but the eldest, Jungkook, merely sipped his drink, staring out at the city lights. They found no true pleasure, only fleeting distraction. The women were dismissed, and the conversation turned to their unsatisfying lives.

"Hyung, why can't we feel satisfaction after every s*x?" JK grumbled. Jungkook sighed. "I don't know. I also don't feel pleasure or satisfaction which I want. Maybe in the future."

Unbeknownst to them, the 'future' was already walking in a quaint village, an innocent girl whose scent would soon shatter their carefully constructed world.