The Monster She Made

I built him.
Piece by broken piece, I assembled the man who now sits on a throne carved from the bones of his enemies - cold eyes, colder hands, a heart that stopped beating the night I chose to walk away.
They call him ruthless. Unstoppable. A king who does not negotiate, does not forgive, does not feel.
They should thank me.
Three years ago, Jeon Jungkook was soft in all the ways that mattered. He loved too openly, trusted too completely, gave pieces of himself away with both hands. To his people. To his court. To me.
Especially to me.
I was the one who taught him that love was a leash. That softness was a wound waiting to happen. I left him in the middle of the night, took the warmth with me, and watched - from a safe distance - as the boy I loved hardened into something magnificent and terrible.
A king worthy of a kingdom.
I just never planned on coming back.