" not even death can do us apart " __ 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 : angst, tragedy cover picture credit : ardhagaruda on Instagram. © kooffeecup - 2 0 2 3

"𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝s. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎." ➤ wordcount: 250k words. completed. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, drama, smut, fb. • jjk x female!reader • enemies to lovers • slow burn • d͟i͟s͟c͟l͟a͟i͟m͟e͟r͟: please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes. be advised there's strong language, mental health concerns, violence, drug/alcohol use, kinks and 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fuck buddies, ust, rst, trauma, grief, angst, enemies-to-lovers, gang dynamics, organized crime and strategies, psychological depth, suspense, thriller, smut, #1 gangau #22 jkff #44 jungkooksmut #40 explicit #1 jeongguk #1 btssmut cover by @shadowkoo (@eerieedits) on tumblr

"I swear I'll kill you-" Jungkook cuts in smoothly, "And I swear I'll kiss you." He bites his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and in one swift motion, pulls her toward himself. The next second, she feels her back hit the mattress. Her wrists are pinned beneath his strong hands as he hovers over her, his presence overwhelming. For the first time, she admits-she feels small. Her delicate frame fits perfectly beneath his, as if it was meant to be there. A smirk tugs at his lips as he looks down at her struggling beneath him. She writhes beneath his grip, trying her best to break free, but he only tightens his hold, pinning her wrists firmly above her head. "Let go of me!" she shouts, her voice fierce, her eyes burning with defiance. Their gazes lock-intense, unyielding. But as she stares into his eyes, something shifts. Her heartbeat begins to race, faster and faster. He leans in, his voice grazing her cheek like a whisper, "I didn't hold you to let you go." His lips trace from her cheek to her ear, his breath hot and teasing against her skin. In a hoarse whisper that makes her shiver, he murmurs, "My Jasmine~" ____ The night killer in Seoul was always a case that gives headache to all the officers but finally, none other than Officer Scarlet accepts this challenge and starts investigating the case, thinking she'll catch him but the story takes a big turn and she ends up forced to live under the same roof with him. The person she wanted to kill was the person she wanted to protect the most afterward.

I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

A 19-year-old girl works as a maid in the mansion of a feared Mafia King to save her dying mother. What starts as a job turns into something darker when his cold attention shifts into obsession. Power, control, and survival collide as Y/N realizes some protection feels dangerously close to possession.

They stood outside the terminal, the sun beating down mercilessly, and he still hadn't gone inside. Instead, he stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to look at him, close enough that the heat between them felt like more than just the weather. "Do you hate me now?" His voice was quiet, careful. She shook her head. "Will you block me?" Another shake. "Delete my number?" Another shake. "Stop picking up my calls? Leave me on seen? Give me the silent treatment?" She kept shaking her head, and he kept searching her face like he was trying to read something written in a language he'd forgotten. "I'm still not convinced," he said finally, and there was something almost desperate in his tone. "So I'm warning you now, I will personally sue every Connor in the world if you even think about putting him on that list." She almost smiled. Almost. "My list only has four spots. They're all full. I'm closed for business." He stared at her. Just stared with that intensity that made her want to look anywhere else, at the taxis pulling up, at the travelers rushing past, at literally anything that wasn't his eyes trying to pull the truth out of her. Finally, she looked away. She couldn't help it. "I'm leaving now," he said quietly. "At least say something that'll make me feel good about it." She looked back at him, at his stupid hopeful face, at the way he was still standing too close, at the fact that he'd made her drive him here just so he could torture them both with this goodbye. "Asshole," she said. And he laughed. © All rights reserved by @justinjustkidding. This work is protected under copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt without written permission. All characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

He never spoke more than necessary.She couldn't speak at all. Jeon Jungkook was known for his silence, cold, distant, and impossible to reach because of his antisocial personality .People stayed away from him... and he preferred it that way. Until her. Kim Hayeri, a girl who lost her voice but not her warmth, refuses to be scared of the quiet boy everyone avoids. Armed with nothing but a notebook and a stubborn heart, she steps into his world... one written word at a time. In a city where it never seems to stop raining, two broken silences begin to understand each other. Because sometimes... the loudest feelings are the ones never spoken. And maybe, just maybe, he'll start to hear the sound of her.

Verena Corsi was never meant to be loved. She was raised to think, calculate, and survive. She is stuck in a marriage that was never hers, in an empire she was never trusted to lead. She stays exactly where she was placed. Until Kyros Hunter looks at her. He should hate her. Instead, he becomes obsessed. And in a world where desire starts wars and weakness gets you killed, wanting the wrong person might be the most dangerous thing of all.