They warned you about men like him. The kind that didn't knock, they kicked the door down. The kind whose name was whispered in alleyways and feared even behind closed doors. A man whose presence silenced rooms and whose gaze could leave bruises. Jeon Jungkook wasn't just powerful, he was power and he didn't chase, he commanded. He didn't ask, he took. And the city? It belonged to him long before you ever crossed his path. You had no business being in his world. But fate never cared for logic, it cared for impact, and the night you looked him in the eye and said "No", you set a monster on fire. He tried the easy way with money, with charm and presence. But you, with your defiant stare and soft, stubborn lips, weren't like the women who moaned his name behind closed doors and forgot it by morning, you resisted him. And that? That was your first mistake. He didn't fall in love, yet, of course. He fell into obsession, and obsession is never gentle. So he gave you a choice: marry him... or your family disappears from the face of the earth. You thought he was bluffing, until the locks clicked and your world shrank into the walls of his mansion, silk sheets and steel doors, until his name replaced yours in every corner of your life. But here's the thing about Jungkook. He never lied to you, he told you he wouldn't hurt you, and he didn't. He just owned you entirely. Heart, soul, body-claimed, caged, worshipped. You were the fire he could never hold without getting burned, but he held you anyway. Because monsters don't let go of what they love, they protect it and cage it. And when the world tries to take it away... They burn it all down.

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In the raw underground dance scene of Queens, NYC, there are two rival crews, Drop Zone and VANTA , who can't stand each other. Marjani (A powerful, respected dancer in Drop Zone) keeps crossing paths with Jeon Jungkook "JK", captain of VANTA. What begins as tense, short exchanges after battles slowly evolves into secret late-night practices and an unspoken connection. Two different worlds. One shared rhythm.

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𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢à. 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔. ● ● ● lowercase intended.

How much can one person take from the one they love follow the store of Jasmine and Jk through their ups and downs to see if love will conquer all ? This story will have smut, drugs, alcohol consumption, crime, cheating so reading discretion advise for mature readers. This is my first fanfic I hope you enjoy it Please vote and leave me a comment let me know what you think

"They said you're the best with engines." Ziya didn't look up. "They say a lot of things." "Yeah?" A pause. "Which ones are true?" She tightened the bolt, wiping her hands on a rag like he wasn't standing right there. "None that matter to you." A small chuckle. He stepped closer. Slow. Confident. "I think they do." That's when she finally looked at him. Tattoos. Piercing stare. That kind of smile you already knew was trouble. "...You're in the wrong shop." "Nah," he said, eyes dragging over her like he already figured her out. "I'm exactly where I need to be." Ziya stood up straight. Calm. Unbothered. "Get your car and go." Instead of moving, he leaned against the workbench. "You always this cold?" "You always this irritating?" He grinned wider. "Depends. You always this hard to get?" Her jaw tightened just a little. "I'm not something to get." Silence. Then softer-dangerous. "Everything's something to get." Ziya held his gaze. "Not me." That should've been the end of it. It wasn't. Because he didn't walk away. And Ziya... didn't either. - Late nights under streetlights. Engines screaming down empty roads. Police sirens too close. Money, danger, and lines you don't come back from. Ziya built to escape her past. He lived like he didn't care about his future. And somehow... they crashed into each other anyway. - "You don't want this," she told him. He stepped closer, voice low. "I want you." "You don't even know me." "I don't need to." Her heart stuttered-just once. Wrong move. Because he noticed. And now? He wasn't letting go. - She runs from everything. He chases anything that runs. And this time... he's not playing to lose.