SIN IN HIS EYES

Jeon Jungkook is the devil dressed in designer-ruthless, magnetic, and born to rule.
A billionaire mafia lord with a cold heart and a darker past, he owns everything: elite casinos, underground BDSM clubs, and the loyalty of a world soaked in blood. But for all his power, he lives numb, tormented by ghosts and consumed by control.

That is, until he appears until V dances.

Kim Taehyung never asked to be a survivor.

After losing his parents, he's left with a sister to protect and a life crushed by debt. His father's final betrayal was owing money to the one name feared in the underground-Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung is offered two options by Jungkook's men:
Sell himself to the streets...
Or sell himself on stage.

He chooses the heels.
He becomes V-a stripper wrapped in silk and sadness.

But the night he walks in, everything changes.

Jungkook visits the club for business. But the moment he sees V dancing beneath the neon glow-hips swaying, eyes dead, beauty wrapped in sin-he can't look away.
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The bass pulsed through the room, low and sinful, as V moved like a ghost in stilettos-every sway of his hips laced with pain he'd long stopped feeling.
His back faced the man on the leather couch, but he didn't need to look.

He could feel the stare.
Heavy. Possessive. Dangerous.

"You're not allowed to touch me. That's Mr. Jeon's rule."

The man behind him let out a dark chuckle, amused and amusedly bored.

"You must be new. What's your name?"

Before he could reply, strong hands wrapped around his waist-large, commanding, and unshakably sure.
He was spun around easily, like a doll.

The scent hit first-something expensive, deep, and cruel.
The man's eyes dropped to his chest, paused, and then rose slowly until they locked with his.

"V. Who are you?" Taehyung asked, voice wavering between defiance and fear.
The man smirked.

"Mr. Jeon," he whispered, leaning in until his breath brushed Taehyung's skin.
"Now... open your legs."