Jeon jungkook —⁠☆⁠⑅.

The room was filled with smoke, expensive whiskey, and low voices filled with power. Jungkook sat at the head of the table, his back straight, his eyes as dark as night, and a pistol resting on the black marble. His mere presence commanded respect. None of the bosses surrounding him dared to speak without his signal.

"The Italians are moving merchandise through our territory," one of his men reported, his voice trembling.

Jungkook didn't respond immediately. He slowly twisted his silver ring, the one bearing his family symbol. Every move he made was calculated, lethal. When he finally looked up, his silence weighed more than any words.

"I want their heads before dawn. We won't let them breathe in what's ours," he said with chilling calm.

They nodded. Everyone. No one questioned his orders. No one dared.

He was about to continue with the next report when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it. Another vibration. One more.

With a slight gesture of his hand, he ordered silence. He took out his phone. The name that appeared on the screen made his expression change, barely perceptibly, you

Just her. Only she could stop the demon who ran criminal empires with a single snap. The only one who had him in the palm of her hand.

Opened the message: "What time are you coming? My head hurts and I can't sleep without you."

The cold in his eyes turned warm for a second. Just a second. It pained him to admit it, but Y/N was his favorite curse, the only one he couldn't remove. His most human weakness. She didn't know half of the things he did, or the horrors he had unleashed in the name of power. And yet, she clung to it as if it were salvation, not knowing that it was actually condemnation.

He put away his cell phone without answering. —The meeting is over. he said, standing up.

The men looked at each other, confused. It wasn't common for Jungkook to cut a joint.