"He was a prisoner in chains. I was a bride in disguise. And together, we were the empire's newest gamble." When Y/N steps into the Jeon mansion seeking help, she doesn't realize she's walking straight into the heart of danger - a world ruled by power, bloodlines, and silent wars disguised as alliances. The Jeons promise protection, but nothing in their world is ever free. One command, one deal, and she's forced into a marriage that ties her fate to Jeon Jungkook - the most dangerous name whispered in the underworld. A man bound by handcuffs, yet powerful enough to break her in every way that matters. Between impossible choices, shifting loyalties, and Jungkook's unreadable eyes - Y/N learns that love isn't the opposite of power. Sometimes, it's the deadliest form of it. Because in the Ganglife, affection can be a weapon...and every promise demands a sacrifice. ⚠︎Mafia | Dark Romance | Power Struggle | Betrayal | BTS x Reader | Action & Desire

A suspence crime story |JK FF| At first story seems to normal then it turns to dark(please read the details before reading my story ) *Contains mature content *Dark one *Sexual abuse ..if you are not comfortable then avoid it *Y/n story ... remember this is a suspence crime story but contains smut too..if you are only looking for 18+ then this was not a correct option ..this story have a plot... *Tae have a major role in this ff , jimin too *Novel type story ! *No copying any content , this story have so many contents ..it's all my imagination *Again don't copy my work !!! ... "I... I am not a murderer..." she managed to say. "Stop your nonsense! You're lying!" he roared, pulling out his gun. her heart raced in terror . ".. I'm telling the truth..." "SHUT UP!" he bellowed, advancing towards Y/N with rage. Tae and Jimin intervened, blocking him. "Jungkook, you can't kill her just like that. You've waited this long to confront her. Control yourself," Jimin urged. "Yes, Jungkook, we'll question her. Just sit down. Are you going to kill her that easily? I know you're angry, but control yourself. We'll handle her. She's about to learn who we are ," Tae added with fury, making Jungkook sit back on the couch. He placed his gun on the table and approached near Y/N , followed by Jimin. ... Status : [Completed] STARTED - Oct 24 2023 ENDED - Feb 14 2024 . #1 Abusive #1 Twist #1 Taehyung #1Tragic #4 Crime #7 Dark

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.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙!" he screams in my face, raking his fingers along his thick, lush blond hair. I look away so he won't see the tears. My cheeks are wet, and my heart is pounding loud enough to hear from across the room. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞 𝙮/𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚. " Jeon Jungkook Age: 29 CEO of a global conglomerate Underground Syndicate Leader Possessive, calculating, dangerously calm Raised by violence, mentored by shadows. Jungkook carved his way to the top by mastering control of power, of people, of emotions. But the moment he sees her, everything unravels quietly. He doesn't just want her. He wants to own her mind, body, and soul. And Jungkook always takes what's his. Rossi y/n Age: 19 Literature student | Kind soul | Emotional vault Gentle, intuitive, trapped in silence She lived a quiet life Until him Until the man whose darkness made her feel more alive than light ever did. Torn between fear and desire, her heart no longer belongs to her. And with every touch, every whispered lie, she slips further away from who she used to be. Sometimes she wonders if she ever truly existed at all. She was all lace and lullabie and he was furry carved in flesh. But when she touched him, even his demons held their breath. He wanted to ruin her softness. Instead, he ended up worshipping it. ⚠️ This story contains dark romance, mature themes, emotional trauma

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!

Y/n's POV:- His eyes darken, a dangerous glint appearing in them. "Your father's debt....that was just an excuse. An opportunity." He leans forward, his voice dropping lower as my breath quickens. "You wanna know the real reason I'm doing this?" "Because you're the first person in a long time who didn't cower in my presence. You looked at me like I was still just a thug, not the most feared man in Seoul." He pauses, his expression hardening as I looked in his eyes. "And you know what really pissed me off?" He grasps my shoulder suddenly, making me flinch. His touch firm but not painful. "You stood your ground. You looked me in the eyes and told me off. That mouth of yours....it drove me crazy." His eyes trail to my lips. Time skips:- "I hate you!! I hate you so much!!!" I yelled on his face. Jungkook's expression hardens at my words, but somethings underneath shows a deeper emotion as he spoke. "I've heard that before." He drops his handkerchief and backs away a step. "But you know what's funny? They're all dead now." His words send a wave of terror in my body. ___________________________________________ (If you want to know more....go and check out the story!)

Y/n sat trembling in the corner, her fear palpable in the dimly lit room. Jungkook loomed over her, his eyes betraying a dangerous mix of possessiveness and anger, yet his voice remained surprisingly calm. "Why do you always make me do this, Y/N?" Jungkook's tone was low, his frustration thinly veiled. "Why can't you just obey me like a good wife?" His words hung heavy in the air, but Y/N dared not respond, knowing it would only worsen the situation. Jungkook knelt down, his movements deliberate as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheeks gently, yet his grip held a possessive intensity. "Don't you understand, Y/N?" Jungkook's voice softened, a deceptive tenderness masking the underlying threat. "I do this because I love you. I can't bear the thought of anyone else even looking at you. You're mine, Y/n. My wife" Y/N felt a sickening wave of realization wash over her, the suffocating reality of her situation becoming all too clear. She remained silent, unable to find her voice amidst the fear and uncertainty. Jungkook's grip tightened slightly, his nails digging into her skin as he continued with a chilling calmness. Start :- 23 Feb 2024

He pulled me by my arm, dragging me to one of the empty classrooms as he pinned me to the wall, staring deep into my eyes. JK: What the heck are you doing with that jerk? He asked with gritted teeth. Y/N: It's not what you think. I said, staring deep into his beautiful eyes. JK: Why is his face so close to you? He added. I can sense the anger in his tone. gripping my other arm hard. Y/N: He was just joking. There is no need to be serious about it. I scoff. JK: You are already aware that I have feelings for you, right? So please don't do this to me. It's making me jealous. He said as he rested his head in my chest, closing his eyes as I heard him let out a deep breath.

❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞ "I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes." "So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face. "I can fuck way better than that." He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had never not noticed. He made you feel hot. One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs. You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. So cared for. So his. "No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back. He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book. "Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."