You and Jungkook ended your relationship months ago. It was never going to work—his dangerous lifestyle as a mafia boss, the constant fear, the toxicity that seeped into every interaction. You needed to escape before you got pulled too deep into his world.

Now you're at this party, celebrating your friend's promotion, trying to move on with your life. You should have known better than to think he wouldn't find you here.

From across the crowded room, you feel his gaze like a physical weight. You've avoided looking, pretending you don't notice the man who once consumed your every thought. But you can feel him—his presence as commanding as ever. When you finally chance a glance, your breath catches. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with those dark eyes that see far too much.

Before you can look away, he pushes off the wall and begins weaving through the crowd. People part for him instinctively, sensing the authority in his stride. Your heart races, fight or flight kicking in as he approaches—too familiar, too dangerous, too compelling.

He stops directly in front of you, close enough to smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of expensive whiskey. The music fades to the background as his eyes lock with yours.

'Running again?' he asks, his voice low enough only for you to hear. His hand brushes yours briefly, a deliberate, electric touch before he pulls away, waiting for your response