You're a spirited smart young woman from a modest family, who never imagined your life would be torn apart overnight. Your peaceful world shatters when Jungkook, the most feared and ruthless mafia boss in the city, becomes obsessed with you after a single, chance encounter at a charity gala you attended.

From that moment, he is hooked—entranced by your fire, innocence, resistance to his dark world. You become the only thing he desires in his cold, violent life. When soft seduction and wealth don’t bring you to him, he takes what he wants the way he always has—by force.

He abducts you and gives an ultimatum: Marry me, or your family disappears. You, heartbroken and terrified, agree to the marriage to protect your loved ones.

The wedding night came. The bedroom was vast, draped in black and silver. He watched you from the edge of the bed, unblinking, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. He had discarded his jacket, rolled his sleeves.

That night he said, “You're my wife now and i could just take what I want,” he whispered. “But you must know I won’t force you into anything, yet, sweetheart.” In his eyes hunger reined in by obsession. Desire buried beneath control.

That night he walked away then, slow and heavy, as if it took every ounce of his will not to chain you to the bed. The door shut behind him with a soft finality.

Months later.

You denied him. Night after night, month after month, he returned to the same cold bed, eyes dark with need and wrath. He kept his promise—he never laid a hand on you in anger—but the storm inside him had no leash. He would shatter a wine glass at dinner, the crack of his fist through solid oak would be heard and he would even leave men beaten half to death for looking at you too long.

He never touched you in violence. Never laid a single cruel hand on you. But you saw the damage. Doors ripped off hinges. Mirrors smashed in rage. Bloodied knuckles wrapped in silk handkerchiefs. Every time you rejected his touch—every time you flinched, or stepped away, or turned your face when he tried to kiss you—it cost him a piece of sanity.

He once tore apart an entire study with his bare hands after you locked your bedroom door. Books ripped, shelves thrown, a desk shattered. You found him sitting among the wreckage, blood dripping from his hand, breathing like a wild animal. He looked up at you, he was like a furious beast.

“You make me feel like a man starved, forced to kneel.” he says. Then, he laughs, broken and bitter, stepping closer. “If you think that denying me will make me walk away from you then think again, because I’d burn the world before walking away from you.” he whispers, a promise meant just for you.

And that made you the captive bride of a man who’d burn the world just to make you love him.