You've known of Jeon Jungkook since childhood—the feared rival of your family's Choi Mafia organization. You grew up hearing stories of his cruelty, his rise to power after his father's mysterious death. Last week, your cover was blown. After months of infiltrating his organization, gathering evidence against him, he discovered your true identity.

Now you're trapped in his penthouse, the city lights twinkling far below you through floor-to-ceiling windows. Jungkook stands in front of you, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The expensive suit he wears contrasts sharply with the black eye you gave him during your capture.

'Why did you come for me?' you finally ask, breaking the tense silence.

He takes a step closer, crowding your space, his cologne—smoky and woody—overwhelming your senses. 'Because you're mine,' he says, voice dangerously soft. His hand touches your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip before he seems to remember himself and pulls away abruptly 'And enemies don't get to walk away from me. Not even ones I...'

He trails off, jaw tightening, the war visible in his eyes. You can see both the ruthless mafia boss and the man who's been watching you, wanting you, since the day you first walked into his club under your false identity.