***Previously named as Mafia's chubby bride**** Love is inevitable but when life laces it with pain, betrayal, and yearning, it turns into madness... into obsession. Jeon Jungkook was the heir the unlucky heir of a mafia lord. A father who treated him like a pawn, moving him at will, ordering him into darkness without mercy. Jungkook walked through every shadow with the heavy hand of his father pressed against his shoulder, taking bullets meant for the empire. He learned only one thing: to obey, to listen, to survive. That obedience made him cruel, unforgiving, and dangerously calculated. Yet beneath the blood and discipline lived a past and a child-that crawled under his skin every single day. He is death wrapped in silk lethal, controlled, irresistible. Dangerous to the world, yet incapable of hurting the ones he loves. He seeks warmth he was never given, craves a love that never stood beside him. A broken soul who stands like a pillar, taking every bullet meant for others. Ashley Adams is a caged princess, enduring judgment from family and society alike. A girl condemned for her body, for existing in a form the world refuses to accept. She fights every day for dignity, for peace, for the simple desire to be loved and cared for. Now, she is thrown into the life of a man who carries a past and a child... a man who understands her thoughts before she speaks them. A man who looks like sin wrapped in silk. He looks at her as if she is the temptation he has been starving for. His sinful touch sends her spiraling wild, dizzy, undone. And in the middle of chaos, Ashley finds herself drawn to the man who touches her like she belongs to him. Who makes her feel like she is more so much more than what society ever decided for her. "Ashley, you're not what you think you are. You're what I see. And if you saw yourself through my eyes...You'd probably call me a crazy, obsessed bastard. Because that's exactly what I am for you." "It's not about deserve. It's about you."

Jeon Jungkook is a man the city whispers about. CEO. Billionaire, ruthless visionary who turned real estate into an empire. To everyone else, he's untouchable, controlled, disciplined, a man who never lets the world see past his immaculate suits and sharper words. But behind the glass walls of his penthouse, Jungkook is more complicated than the headlines. He's a man who once loved and failed, who walked away from women who could never break through his walls, who learned that power and control were safer than passion. Until you. You, his best friend's daughter. The one girl who was always off-limits. The one presence that stirs something dangerous in him every time your name is mentioned. For years, you were nothing more than a memory tucked away... until you return, no longer the child he promised to protect, but the woman who threatens to undo every boundary he's built. Friendship, loyalty, desire. All of those emotions collide in a forbidden game Jungkook swore he'd never play. But the more he tries to resist, the more he realizes: empires can fall, hearts can betray, and his might just belong to you.

In the shadowed halls of the Joseon palace, love was never meant to bloom. Not for a princess born beneath silk and gold. Not for the king's most feared warrior, forged from steel, loyalty, and silence. Jeon Jungkook was the crown's sharpest blade, a man of unwavering discipline whose life belonged entirely to the throne, cold, untouchable. Revered across the kingdom for his deadly skill with the bow and sword. He had spent years burying every desire beneath duty. Until you. The king's daughter. The one woman he should never look at twice. But beneath moonlit pavilions, behind painted palace walls, and within gardens heavy with the scent of plum blossoms, stolen glances slowly become dangerous longing. What begins as silence turns into whispered confessions, hidden letters, secret meetings in forgotten corridors and a love so consuming it threatens to destroy you both. Because in the Joseon dynasty, a princess does not belong to herself. And a warrior who dares to love above his station is sentenced to ruin. As political schemes tighten around the palace, enemies begin watching the two of you from the shadows. Rumors spread like poison through the royal court. Betrayal lurks beneath silk smiles. Yet... some loves refuse to die quietly. Not even beneath the weight of a crown.

He was a stranger. Until he wasn't. She never saw him coming. But he always saw her. Amaya's world was quiet chaos - long days buried in sketches and designs, late nights behind the counter of a dimly lit café. She didn't have time for love. Or attention. Or the unsettling eyes that watched her from across the street. He never said much at first. Just a glance. A word. A small, calculated presence that slowly carved itself into her routine. It felt... harmless. Maybe even sweet. But darkness never comes all at once. It seeps in. Quiet. Patient. And by the time you notice, it's already wrapped around your throat. She was never just another girl to him. And he was never just a boy with good intentions. This is not a love story. This is what happens when obsession wears the mask of romance. And a plot twist, you'd never see it coming.

"Easy there, darling, don't strain that pretty little head," a voice, smooth as silk, sliced through my panicked thoughts. I whirled around, and there he was. Instinctively, I scrambled back, each step he took forward sending terror through me. His eyes, held a knowing glint, and the smirk playing on his lips was a cruel, infuriating taunt. "What are you doing here?" The question was weak, a pathetic attempt at defiance when my mind was screaming a thousand others. "Just checking on you, baby," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You did black out last night, after I had you for dessert." Had me for dessert? "What?!" I shrieked, stumbling back. He hummed, a low, predatory sound. "Don't remember? Shame. We could always recreate the experience." Each word was a calculated blow to my sanity. . . . . . . Eunha was an aspiring doctor, living a quiet, structured life with nothing but routines, one loyal friend, and her grandmother, the only family she had left. Romance was a distant notion, limited to a harmless schoolgirl crush on her senior... a crush she abandoned the moment she sensed the danger behind his charm. What she didn't know was that she had caught his attention too. And unlike her, he never let go. From the shadows of her life, he watched. Waiting. Carefully weaving a web around her, thread by thread, until escape would no longer be an option. . . . . A woman who had bled every last drop of life from her soul, and a man who couldn't get enough of the wreck she'd become. What could possibly get worse? Everything. Every single thing. Jungkook x Eunha (or reader)

❝Tsk, tsk, tsk... you were not supposed to see that.❞ The voice was like silk over a blade, vibrating through the cold air of the private lounge. You didn't turn back. You couldn't. Your heart was a frantic, trapped bird against your ribs, and the digital glow of the tape. ❝Curious little kitten,❞ another voice murmured, closer this time. Dark. Playful. Deadly. You slowly turned, your breath hitching as you faced the four men leaning against the heavy oak door. The university's elite. The untouchable heirs. Jungkook, Taehyung, Mingyu, and Eun-woo. Jungkook tilted his head, his dark, intense eyes tracing the terror on your face. A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile spread across his lips. ❝Hi, there, Freshman,❞ he whispered, the words a death sentence wrapped in a caress. ❝Let's kill you.❞ The air was knocked out of your lungs. -- A girl made of vintage lace, old books, and quiet dreams. A girl who lived in a retro bubble, far away from the grit of the real world. But innocence is a fragile thing. When university sweethearts and childhood legends Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Kim Mingyu, and Cha Eun-woo left behind a piece of their darkness, they never expected a quiet introvert to find it. Now, she's seen the tape. She knows the monsters hiding behind the ethereal faces. She's seen the violence they are capable of. Four lifelong friends. Four business empires. One witness. The rules are simple: To protect the legacy, she has to die. But to satisfy the obsession, she has to stay. As the brotherhood fractures and a war of possessiveness begins, she realizes the only thing more dangerous than their hatred... is their love. One wants her silenced. Three want her caged. All of them want her broken. ❝Welcome to the deep end. Try not to drown.❞ -- A yandere story. Cover made by polarxfic

[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?

What happens when the quiet girl everyone ignored suddenly snaps? You weren't looking for attention. You didn't want revenge for yourself. But when his girlfriend humiliated your best friend one too many times, you shattered her car right in front of him without hesitation, like a storm breaking silence. Everyone expected consequences. What no one expected... was him. Jeon Jungkookyour cold, untouchable senior. He never loved his girlfriend. She was just a name in a deal. But you, with your fire and quiet fury? You became the spark that lit something dark inside him. Now, he's watching you. Wanting you. And the more you try to stay away, the deeper he falls into obsession. Because in a world where everything was cold and calculated you were the only thing that ever made him feel alive.

ME AND NO ONE - A Contract of Control Jeon Jungkook is not a man you cross paths with. He is a storm in human form- one that leaves nothing standing once it chooses a target. As the ruthless CEO of Jeon Enterprises, he exists above law, morality, and mercy. Untouchable. Feared. Worshipped in whispers. His hands are scarred like battlegrounds, his skin etched with ink and violence...most notably a serpent coiled around a sword, a crown marking the nape of his neck. Every mark is a warning. Every scar tells a story no one survives long enough to repeat. They say he's insane. They say he's bipolar. They say even madness trembles in his shadow. Because Jungkook doesn't kill his enemies quickly. He lets them beg. Y/N enters his world the wrong way... with confidence she doesn't know is dangerous, with a sharp tongue that should have gotten her fired, with eyes that meet his when they should have looked away. An interview. A job. A fatal mistake. She is ordinary. Sassy. Unimportant. And that is exactly why he notices her. What begins as employment turns into surveillance. What feels like protection becomes possession. What resembles safety rots into obsession. Jungkook does not fall in love. He claims. A contract binds them...written not in ink, but in control, fear, and dependency. He becomes her captor and her shield, the monster she fears and the only man who can keep her alive. The world outside grows hostile, not because it wants her... but because he will destroy anyone who tries to take her away. She should run. She should hate him. But when danger comes, he stands in front of her-bloodied, smiling, unhinged. "If the world comes for you," he whispers, "I'll burn it first." There is no escape. There is no mercy. And once Jungkook decides you belong to him- there is no before. there is no after. There is only him. By hook or by crook... she becomes his. Forever.

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