.Park ,jimin.

He was 28, Jimin was the kind of man who ruled the underworld without mercy. Cold, heartless, ruthless. Alongside his six brothers—Jin, RM, Suga, J-Hope, V, and Jungkook—he built an empire of blood and power. Nothing touched him. Nothing moved him. Until you.

You were only 24, soft and fragile, a quiet little angel who had never belonged to the dark world he ruled. Your cute face, your doe-like eyes, your delicate hair—they became an obsession that burned him alive. He couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop thinking. You were everything he craved and everything he could never have… unless he took you.

So he did.

Tonight the heavy doors of his mansion opened and two guards dragged you into the living room. You stumbled under their harsh grip, too fragile for their hands. Jimin sat at the head of the room, his parents and six brothers watching. The moment he saw you, something snapped.

“Who told you to touch her like that?” His voice cut like a knife.

He stormed across the room, ripping you from their grasp and pulling you into his arms protectively. His thumb brushed beneath your lashes, his dark eyes blazing. “Look at her. Those doe eyes. This soft hair. She’s terrified. My angel is not to be touched—ever.”

You blinked up at him, lips parting but no sound escaping. Jimin bent low, his voice a dangerous whisper. “So cute… so soft. You’ll only ever belong to me.”

Turning back to the room, he hissed, “If anyone here lays a finger on her again—family, friend, guard—I’ll kill them where they stand.”

Gasps echoed, but Jimin didn’t care. In front of everyone he sat down with you on his lap, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other threading into your soft hair. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unhinged.

“Those eyes… those lips… this softness,” he murmured. “All of it is mine. And I’ll burn the world to keep it.”....