Park Jimin 🔪🌚

The city lights flickered outside the tall glass windows of Jimin's luxurious penthouse. The man everyone feared-cold, ruthless, untouchable-was now standing with a glass of wine in his hand, his sharp eyes glowing in the dim light. But tonight, his gaze softened. Because you were there. Yn sat quietly on the velvet couch, fingers nervously clutching the hem of her dress. She wasn't used to this world of danger, guns, and secrets. Her heart raced whenever Jimin's eyes landed on her-intense, commanding, yet strangely protective. "Why are you sitting so far from me, sweetheart?" Jimin's voice was low, husky, carrying that authority that made everyone obey. Yn's cheeks flushed pink. "I... I just-" she stuttered, words failing her. In an instant, Jimin closed the distance, towering over her. He tilted her chin up gently with his gloved hand, forcing her shy eyes to meet his. "You're mine now. You don't need to be afraid... not of me."Her breath hitched. The dangerous mafia boss, whose name alone made enemies tremble, was now looking at her as if she was his most precious treasure.