Midnight Empire

The shutdown notice landed on her desk like a warning shot. Her humanitarian project . A women's rehabilitation center in Eastern Europe was blocked by bribed officials and local gangs. She'd played by the rules. But now they were burning her rules to ashes . She slammed the file shut.
"They're using the law like a weapon," she hissed.
Her secretary stood still for a moment, then spoke carefully.
"There's someone... who can cut through all of this."
"Who ?"
she demanded with a sharp tone.
"Jeon Jungkook." the secretary replied .
She froze. "The mafia?" He nodded. "They call him the King of the Underworld. One word from him, and your center opens tomorrow."

That night, without guards, without hesitation, she stepped out of her car in front of his private club . Head high, heels sharp, eyes blazing. Inside, the music was low, the lighting sinful. And at the back, on a leather throne, sat the man himself. Jeon Jungkook - black shirt, tattoos peeking out, gaze sharp as a knife.

His eyes flicked to the empty space around her.
"No guards. No weapons , bold ?" he asked with a cocked brow and a menacing smirk that can melt any human by the fear of the king of Underworld.

She smirked, stepping closer, eyes locked with his.
"I didn't bring one ," she said slowly, voice dipped in fire.
"Coz I'm the weapon ."