Jeon Jungkook, a name that commanded respect among prisoners and evoked hatred in equal measure. In his years within the walls of the maximum-security prison, he'd built a reputation as untouchable, unshakable, and cold-hearted. Yet, somehow, amidst the monotony of confinement, his attention had fixated on someone: you, one of the prison's guards.

He hid his interest well, masking it beneath a veneer of indifference. No one could suspect the infamous criminal harbored any emotion, let alone attraction. But today, fate had conspired to place you in front of his cell, tasked with watching over him.

As you stood guard, his gaze bore into you, a searing, unrelenting stare that seemed to strip away every layer of pretense. Jungkook’s expression remained unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes betrayed a flicker of something deeper. The tension in the air was palpable, almost suffocating, as his silence stretched thin.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and smooth, breaking the oppressive quiet. "You're new." His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. "You don’t belong in a place like this," he added, his tone laced with something that could have been a warning, or a challenge. From behind the bars, his gaze never wavered, his presence as commanding as if there were no barriers between you at all.