"One more question, Angel. What are the chances of your wedding getting cancelled if I bent you over this table right now and fucked you until you couldn't remember his name?" The words were so obscene, so shocking, that for a moment, her brain simply couldn't process them. --------------------------------- He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that was somehow more terrifying than if he'd been shouting. "Imagine how he'll react when I fuck you senselessly. When I bend you over and make you scream my name instead of his. When I ruin you so thoroughly that you forget what it felt like to be touched by anyone else. When I make you mine in every way possible until you can't remember ever belonging to him." ---------------------------------- "J-Jungkook," she moaned. "Shh. Little Angel, don't. Not just yet. Not until I claim you all mine. But before that, let me give you a little punishment for disobeying me," he said, and she was about to protest. --------------------------------- It is a captivating story of unexpected dark romance and the powerful bonds that can grow from the most unlikely beginnings. BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE --------------------------------- #1🏅 Jeon #1 🏅Jungkook #3 🏅red ---------------------------------

Completed | But currently being republishing + re-editing in progress | (temporarily on hold) 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 A Dark Romance of Betrayal and Destruction ❝I can do the worst things in this world just to keep you. Love doesn't mean letting someone go- it means seeing how far you'll go to hold on. My love is so fierce, I'd do anything to keep you... even if it means haunting you, breaking you, or locking you away.❞ ❝Your story with me may have begun with lies, manipulation and revenge... but it will end in twisted happiness, whether you wants it or not. You has no choice.❞ ~ 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 ✦ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲.... ❝I'd rather die than belong to a man like you. In every life where you exist, I'd choose death over love.❞ ❝Cage me. Break me. Ruin me. Do whatever you want.... but one thing is certain-you will never make me love you again. You can't fix what you've cruelly destroyed.❞ ~𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 ═════════════════════════════ Most tales that start with hate end in love... But have you heard of a heard of a story that begins with 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 and 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻?... This isn't a fairy tale. This is a dark, twisted saga of obsession and vengeance. She just wanted the hero of her story. Instead, she got stuck with the villain- "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. She looked up at Jungkook - and what she saw in his gaze made her tremble. It wasn't anger. It wasn't even lust. It was something worse. It was DEVOTION. That sick, terrifying kind of devotion that would burn down the heavens and rip apart the earth - just to keep her here, in his hands, in his world. His thumb traced her lower lip lightly. "You're so beautiful, darling," he murmured, voice low, hoarse. "So fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you." Y/N swallowed hard, a sharp ache blooming in her chest. Because he meant it. In his own twisted way - he meant every word. Her fingers curled tighter around Juhyun's tiny body as she whispered, "Jungkook..." He leaned in, breath mingling with hers, forehead dipping against hers briefly. Juhyun babbled happily between them, oblivious to the adult storm gathering overhead. "I should lock you away," Jungkook said, almost to himself, almost tender. "Somewhere no one can even look at you. You... and our babies." Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed - not just by fear or helplessness, but by love. A love so raw it bled inside her. He was ruining her. He already had. Yet still - she would love him. She would love him through the ruin and through the darkness, through the cages and chains he would forge for her. Because her heart didn't know how to stop. Because she had fallen deeply, helplessly, forever for this man who could not - would not - love the way normal people did. He would love her until there was nothing left of her to love. '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!