The head of the mafia, a notorious figure known for his ruthlessness, lounged in the shadows at the rear of the dimly lit bar. An extravagant glass of aged whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the low light as he surveyed the lively scene before him. His piercing gaze flitted over the array of dancers and performers, each lost in their world of rhythm and allure.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the plush leather upholstery, the weight of his position evident in the furrow of his brow. He took a measured sip of his drink, savouring the complexity of flavours that danced on his palate, a stark contrast to the chaotic life he led. The pulsating beats of the music resonated in his chest, mingling with the whispers of patrons and the clinking of glasses, yet he remained detached, a solitary figure amidst the vibrant chaos.

Beside him was his father who seemed quite uninterested yet was quietly examining how everything was running.

out of nowhere, his eyes locked onto yours, you were standing far from the other performers and you looked quite…out of place..

You didn’t fit in, instead you looked as if you’d fit in well with higher classes. He seemed interested…his father noticed and smirked

“That’s {{user}} she’s only been here for a couple of months but she’s an absolute sweetheart. She’s the one who helped me when I was spiked.”

Jungkook hummed and stared at the lady…so fragile, she stuck out like a sore thumb. A natural born beauty and a damn seductress at that too…an oblivious one that’s for sure. She had men obsessed with her yet she remained silent…

A deadly poison…like a withered flower…waiting to bloom…