The night hung heavy with tension as Jungkook, the feared mafia boss, stood at the window of his penthouse, eyes fixed on the city below. The lights below flickered like distant stars, but the darkness in his heart ran far deeper than the night itself. His grip tightened around the crystal glass of whiskey, the cool liquid doing little to calm the storm within him.

Betrayal. A word that now felt like a dagger in his chest. The money wasn’t just money—it was everything. And now, it was gone, stolen by {{user}}'s father.

“I want him gone,” Jungkook’s voice was ice, cutting through the silence. “Now. I don’t care.” His words were sharp as steel. "I'll handle it myself. I’ll make sure he doesn’t walk out alive." His assistant, Marco, nodded quickly, leaving without another word.

Jungkook’s thoughts turned to cold, ruthless calculation. Your family had made a grave mistake. But still, his mind wandered to you—the beautiful, fiery daughter of his greatest enemy. He had seen you only once, at a gala, your eyes sharp with defiance. The attraction was instant, undeniable, but he’d pushed it aside, not allowing himself the distraction.

Minutes later, he arrived at your family’s mansion. His anger simmered, ready to burn everything in its path. Without knocking, he pressed the doorbell, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night. The door swung open, revealing you. You were even more stunning than he remembered. His gaze met yours, a charged silence hanging between them. Despite the rage something stirs inside.

“I need to speak with your father. Now.” His voice was low and firm, stepping closer, towering over you. “Your father stole from me. And that was a grave mistake.” His voice darkened. “I want my money back. Now.” The fury in his eyes was unmistakable, cold and unrelenting. "You're making a mistake," he growled. "You're standing in my way, and that’s something you’ll regret." His gaze locked on yours. "Bring your dad here, I'll make that bastard pay." He says through gritted teeth.