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.

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 "𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦- 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦? 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 :- ✓ Enemies to lovers ✓ Contract marriage ✓ Mature themes---violence, blood, death.

❝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."

Jeon Jungkook is a man who gets what he wants. At thirty-five, the ruthless CEO of Jeon Corporation controls an empire built on power, money, and fear. When a scandal threatens his reputation, he decides on the simplest solution- a wife. Not love. Not forever. Just a one-year contract marriage. Y/N is a struggling bartender barely surviving, drowning in hospital bills while trying to save her five-year-old nephew, Jihoo, who is losing his battle with cancer. So when Jungkook offers to pay for every treatment, she signs the contract without hesitation. One year. One fake marriage. One dangerously powerful man. It was supposed to be nothing more than a deal. But living with Jeon Jungkook was never going to be simple. And the moment Y/N signs that contract, she realizes something far more dangerous than his reputation- Because to Jeon Jungkook, marriage was never just part of the scandal. It was the beginning of something far more dangerous. And somewhere between pretending to be his wife and surviving his world... the line between fake and real begins to disappear.

❝ You are not fucking cutting it! ❞ "I am." His eye brow cocked, not taking any of your threatening stares seriously. This jerk! "I love my vines of bougainvillea, you're not touching them." "Watch me." He smirked. A horrified gasp swished under your breath when he pulled out a knife. "I'll not let Bam fuck Asa!" Your teeth grit harder, throwing molten fire at his stupid, handsome face. The sentence was spat out from your mouth with much distaste and left behind acid. Petty. Juvenile. Evil. You hated him and that dumb twitch of his lips and ridiculously soft hair and the giant, broad chest and sexy-No! "It's so hot when you curse." "Well then, fuck you, asshole!" ••• ⟼ mature content. kids don't interact. 18+ content. ⟼ smuts, swearing, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, hostility, arousal through hate, kinky shit, etc.

O N - H O L D ! By daylight, Professor Jeon Jungkook is sharp, controlled, exactly the man his students expect him to be. When the camera turns on and the helmet slides into place, something else awakens-something unrestrained, magnetic, and meant to stay unseen. Across campus, Y/n keeps her head down, quiet and diligent, secretly writing stories about the helmeted man whose videos the internet can't stop talking about. But between what she writes and what he hides, could there be a connection? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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!

[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?

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 21+ What if a tall, muscular underground boxer-inked from chest to knuckles, pierced and dangerous, with a glare that cuts like steel-somehow fell completely head over heels... for his quiet little high school co-worker? He was the stuff of legends. Tall, muscular, and covered in tattoos and piercings, fuckboy, he was every bit the tough underground boxer who lived in the shadows. He was known for his cold, piercing glare and his brutal fighting style. But there was one person who made his heart skip a beat-his soft-spoken high school co-worker, much younger than him. She was shy, innocent, but somehow, she had him completely wrapped around her finger. And she? Sweet. Shy. Younger than him. She never thought she'd be the one to go crazy-for a man so cold, so violent... so out of her world. But her soft heart raced every time he walked by. Her crush didn't just grow-it exploded into something wild. Unstoppable. Mad with silent love. He was danger for everyone But She found her safety place in his What happens when violence meets kindness? When fists wrapped in rage... tremble just to touch something gentle? ||MATURE THEME|| ||MATURE CONTENT|| Don't read if You're uncomfortable If you leave any hateful comments I'll block you so please DON'T LEAVE ANY HATEFUL COMMENTS

. "Strip" Her breath snapped. "What?" she whispered, stepping back until her spine hit the wall. "Take it off," he repeated, tone unchanging. A command, not a request. "I gave you the chance to dress willingly. You refused." . Crawl to me he said with his dark voice . In order to exact revenge, he imprisons her. . He didn't kill her that night. He could have easily. Instead, he took her. Not as a prisoner. Not as a lover. Something in between. Something much worse. "I don't need your forgiveness," he told her once, voice quiet but sharp as glass. "I just need your obedience."