Mafia's Exchanged Brides -JJK 🔞(Mini Series)✔️

Part 01

Author's Pov

The night was abuzz with energy, each beat of the blaring music sending ripples through the room. The demon sat languidly at the bar counter, nursing his drink. 'What a bore,' he thought, as he watched couples dancing and mingling, their carefree laughter and whispered secrets mocking him.

He swirled his drink in his hand, lost in thought, his eyes scanning the crowd in search of something, or someone, that might break the monotony of the evening.

Jungkook leaned against the bar, his eyes scanning the room. His gaze settled on the dance floor where couples were moving to the rhythm of the music. 'How predictable,' he thought, taking a sip from his drink.

Just as he was about to turn away, a figure caught his eye. A woman, standing alone near the edge of the dance floor. Her hair was a cascade of silken curls, the color of midnight. She seemed to be lost in thought, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

He couldn't help but be intrigued.

She was unlike any other woman he had ever seen, her delicate features and radiant smile drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He watched her from afar, captivated by her every movement, unable to tear his gaze away.

'Who could this vision of beauty be?' he wondered, his curiosity piqued. With a growing sense of intrigue, he downed the rest of his drink and began making his way through the crowd, drawn to her like a magnet to metal.

Jungkook's eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail of her beauty. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes as he took in her delicate features. Her hair, the color of midnight, framed her face like a silken curtain.

Her eyes, like pools of molten chocolate, held a hint of melancholy in them that intrigued him even more. He couldn't help but appreciate the curves of her body, the way her dress hugged her figure in all the right places.

"You are a vision, ma chérie." He said, his voice low and seductive. The french word rolled over his tongue.

The demon pushed away from the bar, his eyes still fixed on the woman standing by the dance floor. He weaved through the crowd, his movements fluid and catlike. He approached her, a small, teasing smile on his lips.

'You look lost in thought, ma chérie.' His voice was smooth as silk, the French words rolling off his tongue with ease.

She was slightly startled by the sudden interruption, her thoughts snapped back to reality as she turned to face him. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of him, his attractive features and confident demeanor catching her off guard.

She let out a soft laugh, attempting to maintain her composure,"Sorry, just... lost in my own little world for a moment."

He chuckled softly, his smile widening at her words. He leaned in a bit closer, the proximity making her heart skip a beat.

"Ah, is that so? It looks like you've found yourself in quite a thought-provoking situation, ma chérie."He tilted his head, his gaze fixated on her face, his voice laced with subtle teasing.

His gaze roamed over her, taking in her features, drinking in her presence. It was as if he was studying her, like a predator observing its prey.

She felt a flutter in her stomach as he called her "ma chérie", the French term sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to push down the strange sensation that was building in her chest, the undeniable attraction she was feeling towards him.

She gave him a coy smile, trying to maintain her casual demeanor,"And how did you know I was lost in thought? Were you watching me, perchance?"

He chuckled, amused by her attempts to be nonchalant. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers,"Perceptive, aren't you? Of course I was watching you. It's hard not to notice such a gorgeous woman."

She couldn't help but feel a pang of flattery at his words, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment.

But she tried to maintain her composure, not letting him see how much his attention affected her, "So you're a charmer, I see. How many ladies have you wooed with your smooth talk?"

He let out a low, seductive chuckle, his eyes glimmering with mischief, "Oh, I've lost count. But you're a unique one, ma chérie. I don't think any of them have captured my interest quite like you have."

She raised an eyebrow, feeling a mixture of intrigue and wariness. She wasn't used to such intense attention, especially from someone as charming and attractive as him.

But there was something about his presence, something that drew her in despite her reservations,"Is that so? And what makes me so special, pray tell?"

He took another step closer, closing the distance between them. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"It's your allure, ma chérie. There's something about you, your innocence, your beauty. It captivates me, draws me in like a moth to a flame. I can't resist the pull I feel towards you."

She had to take a moment to collect her thoughts, her heart fluttering at his proximity. But she knew she had to maintain her resolve. She couldn't let the charm of this stranger get the better of her.

She gave him a smile, hoping it didn't betray the turmoil of emotions inside her, "I need to go. I have somewhere I need to be."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with a hint of disappointment, "Wait. Where do you need to go? Don't leave so soon, ma chérie. I was enjoying our conversation."

She chuckled in a low tone and said, "I have some important business to deal with" he sighed, "Fine but before you leave, may I know your name, ma chérie?"

She gave him a teasing smile while saying, "I don't say my name to strangers" she said and walked away from there.

He stands there watching her leave with a smile plastered on his face, "She's Something, so you wish to keep your identity a mystery, yes? Tease me like that, ma chérie."

The room was abuzz with a hushed energy, people discreetly stealing glances in their direction. The sight of him, the cold and dangerous mafia leader, looking like a love-struck fool over a woman was a spectacle to behold.

Women in attendance exchanged subtle looks of disbelief, their jealousy evident in the way they watched the pair.

Nobody could understand why he was so captivated by her, why this one woman had managed to break through his tough exterior.

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To be continued

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