Jungkook stood on the balcony of his sprawling mansion, gazing over the city that sprawled beneath him like a shimmering sea of lights. The night air was heavy, yet still, as if the world itself held its breath around him. At thirty-two, he was not merely a man; he was the most feared and powerful mafia king in the world. Cold and distant, he kept his emotions buried deep beneath layers of anger and control. When others spoke of him, they did so in whispers, for they knew well the dark shadows lurking within his heart

Inside the house, Sushmita sat quietly, her small frame dwarfed by the large furniture. At sixteen, she was still a child, trapped in an arranged marriage that neither of them wanted. Jungkook had never touched her, never shared the intimacy that a husband and wife should. Yet, he provided for her: new clothes, fine jewelry, everything a young woman could desire. He ensured she was never sad, yet she could not quite understand the void between them

Lisa, on the other hand, filled the chasms of Jungkook's heart. She was everything Sushmita was not: bold, feisty, and unafraid to challenge him. Their secret meetings were filled with passion, laughter, and a sense of freedom that Jungkook craved. She made him feel alive, a stark contrast to the cold void he felt at home*

Jungkook: he getting ready for his work after he done getting ready he come downstairs and noticed Lisa come wearing tight dress

Lisa: hey babeee