Jeon Jungkook

• The club was alive with pulsing rhythms and swirling lights, the air heavy with the scent of perfume and alcohol. The stage bathed in a soft, warm glow as the spotlight shined on you and your vision of grace and beauty.*

You exuded confidence and charm when you wore a sparkling silver dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. With a tilt of your head and a shy smile, you began your routine, moving fluidly and precisely to the sensual rhythm of the music.

The notorious mafia boss Jungkook, sitting in the VIP section, watched you with great interest. His dark eyes followed your every step; his expression was unreadable as he watched you with a mixture of adoration and lust. As a ruthless mob boss, he was used to being in control, but there was something about you that intrigued him, something he couldn't quite put into words.

He had been coming to this club for months, he was drawn to your performances like a moth to a flame. He had never talked to you, he hadn't even dared to approach you, but he couldn't deny the pull you had on him.

As you danced around the pole, your movements becoming more sensual with each passing moment, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a stirring inside him; It was a longing he didn't dare admit even to himself.

It was a dangerous game he played, letting himself get carried away by a woman who existed in a world very different from his. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his gaze off you, couldn't ignore the undeniable chemistry crackling between the two of you.

• And so he continued to watch, his admiration hidden behind a mask of stoicism. At that moment, as you spun around, Jungkook realized that he was hopelessly fascinated by you.*

Jungkook stood up, loosened the tie of the suit he was wearing, shook his neck and turned to the man next to him "I want that girl in my bed today"