Trapped in a gilded cage of power, rage, and shattered vows, Y/N thought her wedding would mark a new beginning-but it became the start of her torment. When Y/N is forced into a marriage with Jeon Jungkook, the ruthless and feared kingpin of the criminal underworld, she steps into a life of opulence shadowed by violence. Their union, born of legacy and bloodline, quickly devolves into a battlefield of misunderstandings, jealousy, and unrelenting power struggles. Haunted by a single moment of misplaced trust on their wedding night, Jungkook's love turns possessive, cruel, and cold. Y/N is thrust into a world where loyalty is everything and fear is a constant companion. Yet beneath Jungkook's brutal exterior lies a storm of conflicted emotions-a man torn between vengeance and the woman he can't stop craving. As love fights to bloom amid pain, and Y/N's spirit flickers between resistance and surrender, their story becomes a collision of scars, sins, and desperate devotion. In this gripping, slow-burn mafia romance, where dominance meets desperation, and love is tested by darkness, can redemption truly rise from the ashes of ruin? ___________________________________________________________________ ❗️Jungkook x Reader ❗️Arranged Marriage AU ❗️Touch Starved

"Shh... I'll teach you.... I'll teach you to love me.... you will learn... you will learn to be mine..." She sat still on his lap accepting her fate, she knew this day would come, it had been months, and she was literally testing the man who was showering her with all his love and care.... He planted wet kisses on her neck as she let out whimpers and cries... but he was not going to fall for them today, he had to be strong if he really wanted this...he got up carrying her to the bed seating her down as he rested his back against the bed rest. "Come here... Undress your husband...Mrs.Jeon" She sobbed as those words left his mouth, it made her feel disgusted.... she froze... she just couldn't bring herself to touch him... -------------------------------------------- This fic contains stuff not suitable for all ages, read at your own risk sweeties... Happy reading🌟💜🌟 -------------------------------------------- #1-bts #16-jkff #16-got7 #65- friendsandfamily

*An unintended flame-born from a glance, a word, or a wound-burned the castle built on agony, hatred, and cruelty. But what rises from those ashes... love or destruction? *He never meant to fall for her. She was the wound he never saw coming-burning through the walls he built from agony and anger. In a world ruled by cruelty, can an accidental flame rewrite fate?

They said this school was the gateway to everything - success, power, legacy. They forgot to mention the monsters who wore uniforms and smiled like angels. Jeon Jungkook ruled it all. Feared by students, obeyed by teachers, and followed like a god by girls who'd do anything for a glance. He didn't need reasons to destroy someone's life - just disobedience, defiance, or boredom. He was ruthless. Untouchable. Addicted to control. But then she arrived... Luna A Scholarship student from a middle class family. And most importantly... She's deaf and mute. But no one in the school knows that. To them, she's just the weird quiet girl who never talks - easy target. To Jeon Jungkook? She's a problem. Because she's the first girl who doesn't chase him. Doesn't blush. Doesn't even look at him. And now, he wants her. Not for love. Not yet. For power. For the thrill. This story is about a girl who couldn't hear the world - and a boy who only wanted to be heard by her. She was supposed to be weak. He was supposed to win. But some stories don't go the way they're meant to. ___________________________________________ Content Warning ⚠️: This story contains scenes of intense bullying, emotional manipulation, unwanted physical contact, violence, and psychological distress. It may be triggering or uncomfortable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Elara never belonged in Jeon Mansions. At 23, she was soft and unseen-until Jeon Jungkook noticed her. The cold-blooded king of the mafia empire, he was incapable of love, but her innocence ignited a hunger he couldn't control. Without warning or permission, he claimed her, pulling her into a world of obsession and danger she could neither escape nor understand. She drew in a shaky breath, her back pressed to the cold wall as if it could save her. "Please... don't do this." His shadow fell over her, stealing what little light remained. His voice was a low, dark promise. "It's too late, little dove. You were mine the moment I saw you." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but defiance still burned in them. "You can't own me." He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the danger. "Watch me." Her fingers trembled as she tried to push him away, her voice raw. "What do you want from me?" His smile was slow, predatory, as if he were savoring the taste of her fear. "Everything." For a moment, silence stretched between them-heavy, suffocating. Then she spoke, her words a broken vow. "One day... I'll leave." He tilted his head, studying her as though she were something fragile he meant to break. "And I'll find you," he murmured, the words sealing her fate.

✔️ 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!