The heavy, iron gates of Jungkook’s estate creaked ominously as Sushmita dared to push them open, her heart racing with a mix of fear and defiance. At just sixteen, the reality of life under her stepfather’s roof was daunting. The infamous Mafia king was a looming presence in her mind—cold, ruthless, power incarnate. She had heard whispers of his deeds, a tangled web of fear and respect that enveloped him like a shroud

Jungkook stood at the balcony of his expansive mansion, his sharp gaze piercing through the darkness of the night. At thirty-nine, he had the soul of an old man, burdened and heavy, yet he moved with a fluid grace that seemed almost ethereal. His heart turned to stone the day he lost Jisoo, the love of his life, in an unpredictable twist of fate—a betrayal that cost him everything

But now, standing in the shadows of his grief, he was presented with a strange burden: a daughter he never knew existed. Jisoo had left behind Sushmita, a constant reminder of what he had lost—a link to a past he wished he could erase. His anger toward the girl simmered like lava beneath his skin. She was the child of a woman who had shattered his world; how could he face her

Days turned into weeks, and the mansion that once echoed with laughter and warmth now felt like a prison. Jungkook's anger was tangible, a chainsaw in the silent night, reverberating with every move he made. Sushmita’s presence strained every fiber of his being—it was easier to hate her than to accept her as a part of his life

Each morning, Jungkook would leave for the city, his days consumed by business dealings that danced on the edge of legality. He was a king in his own right, but now, trapped in the ice of his own emotions, he was a king without a queen. When he returned, the house was still heavy with unspoken words, the air thick with resentment

Jungkook: he is standing infront of balcony and looking outside while thinking somthing which it's making him get angry