DUKE JEON OF SILVERMERE ✧ ─────── ✧ ─────── ✧ The mattress dips beneath his weight. Rieun lies beneath him, white lace spilling across dark sheets, her breath shallow, fragile as if even the air might betray her. He hovers above her, bare chest rising and falling, close enough to consume, yet distant enough to unsettle. One hand braces beside her head, caging her in. The other lingers at her waist, not gentle, not cruel-simply there. Claiming space. Claiming her. He lowers himself slowly, deliberately, until his lips ghost the curve of her neck. Her pulse flutters wildly beneath his mouth. But it is not desire that trembles through her. It is restraint. It reaches him a second too late-the sound. Soft. Broken. Almost swallowed whole. "Please..." Barely a whisper. "Don't... I can't-" His jaw tightens. His grip at her wrist firms-not harsh, not kind-just enough to still her, as if silencing not her voice, but the truth behind it. "Shhh..." he murmurs, low and unyielding. "Endure it." That is all the Duke of Silvermere offers his bride. No comfort. No patience. No mercy. ✧ ─────── ✧ ─────── ✧ Jeon Jungkook is a man feared for his temper and known for his control-a man who craves intensity, not tenderness. And then there is her. Rieun-his accidental duchess. A girl untouched not just in body, but bound by a fear she cannot escape. Where he desires, she trembles. Where he reaches, she trembles. He was never meant to be gentle. She was never meant to endure him. Yet bound by a marriage neither of them chose, they are forced into a world where silence replaces touch, and distance cuts deeper than any closeness. And somewhere between desire and dread, They begin to unravel. A marriage of convenience. A war of desire and fear. And a love that may ruin them both.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞" Genre: Dark Romance, Age-gap, Thriller , Slow burn •(Reader×Jungguk) •The book cover and all the pictures are from PINTEREST, so don't come to me! •This book has dark mature content, so read at your own risk 🔞 ●VOTE LIKE SHARE COMMENT● ●FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES●

[ONGOING- UPDATING REGULARLY] ─── DARK ROMANCE 21+ "Remember, my pet, I may have protected you from him but no one can protect you from me. I'll kiss you shameless and fuck you breathless. Now, get on your knees." Y/N is a young 21 years old bride to an almost 50 years old mafia king. The old mafia is ruthless, Cruel and abusive. She was sold to him and was under the cruel vicinity of the old man. Jeon Jungkook was 29 years old son of the first wife of the mafia king. With poor terms of relation between him and his father, he decided to live off alone and not come back to their headquarter in Korea until his father was ready to hand him over the leadership of the mafia clan. But what will happen when Jungkook starts getting attracted towards Y/N, who was technically his step mom? After knowing what his father does to his delicate love, Jungkook has no choice other than to kidnap Y/N. And take her to his private island. Will he be able to protect his love? Or will he push her into a deeper black hole?

⚠️ Content Warning: This story features a significant age gap (16 years) between the two main characters. If age-gap romances aren't your cup of tea, I kindly suggest checking out one of my other stories instead. 💛 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was never supposed to fall for her. She was off-limits-too young, too close, too forbidden. But fate doesn't care about rules, and neither does desire. One summer, one mistake, and everything changes. An age-gap love story where the line between wrong and right blurs the moment their eyes meet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Images from Pinterest, all rights belong to their respective owners. Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, translated, or distributed without my explicit permission. If you enjoy my story, don't hesitate to leave a star and share your thoughts in the comments-I truly appreciate your support!

(21+ ONLY) She's small. She's fragile. She's breakable, I am not. I'm a monster. A sinner, who's far away from her imaginable prince charming. A psychopath with darker thoughts than a demon itself. A sadist, who gets turn on by other's pain and exploitation, especially her's. Should I let her see my demons that no one had ever seen? The demons that are full of tendencies to claim her raw, break her and most importantly, to show her what pain feels like in the most forbidden way? Copyright © 2023 by JEONPriyaa

after a prank gone wrong in her old school, rich mean girl, min lea, dance captain of contemporary dance team 'elite movement', is forced to transfer to a school in the urban area of town, where she encounters a new street dance crew 'all stars' and bumps heads with dance captain jeon jungkook. 𝒀𝟐𝑲 • 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝒔 • 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 [all rights reserved. please do not plagarize, i will block you]

-"Is that what you want?" she whispered. "To break me?" He leaned down, nose brushing hers. "No. I want you to crack-bit by bit. Until the only name you beg for is mine." She exhaled shakily. "You're a monster." "Maybe." His lips ghosted over her cheek. "But I'm your monster now." Her hands pushed against his chest-not to stop him, but to remind herself that she could. "You don't scare me." He smiled. "You should." -He leaned down slowly, lips brushing against hers-barely touching, not quite kissing. She didn't move. Didn't breathe. "Say my name," he whispered. "Jungkook," she breathed, and it came out like a confession. That was all it took.

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

"Your eyes are like smoke: gray and full of heat." His own eyes dipped into yours, his arms only slightly loosening. "Hate to break it to you, Shakespeare, but smoke isn't full of heat, it's an effect of heat." You corrected, yet it was hard to take your bitter tone seriously after what had just happened. "That works too." Jungkook's crooked smirk switched to a small smile. "They always get darker and grayer when you're angry." "Like you would notice." "Like I wouldn't." . Y/N has always known when people lie. It's not a guess, a hunch, or intuition-it's certainty. Every word, every half-truth, every deception reveals itself to her instantly. In a world where everyone hides something, Y/N has never been fooled. Until she meets him. Jungkook is the only person she can't read. No signals. No certainty. No truth, no lies-just silence where her ability should be. For the first time in her life, Y/N is blind. Drawn to the mystery surrounding him, Y/N finds herself stepping into a dangerous game of secrets, where every answer leads to more questions. Who is Jungkook, really? And why is he the only one her power can't touch? Because if Y/N has learned anything, it's this: When the truth disappears, something far more dangerous is hiding in its place

[COMPLETED]"I can never see you as my wife. This marriage is merely a formality, a sham, a marriage on paper only." . . . . . . She was 10 years younger than him, someone whom he always saw as his 'little one'. But how will he ever accept his little one's heart when in a twist of fate, he is arranged to marry her? . . . . . . . . . . © Moon_3004