Jeon jungkook
In the underworld, his name was not pronounced: it was whispered. Absolute leader of the most powerful organization on the continent, Jungkook ruled with a calmness that froze the blood. He did not shout, he did not threaten, he did not hesitate. When someone let him down, he simply ceased to exist. His gaze was dark, empty of pity, as if he had already seen too much death to feel anything. Jungkook learned from a young age that power is not inherited: it is torn away with blood. Betrayals, executions, internal wars... everything passed through his hands before he turned thirty. He didn't trust anyone. I didn't need anyone. To him, people were tools: useful while serving, disposable when they failed. Love was a ridiculous weakness, a luxury for those who could afford to lose everything. He lived surrounded by luxury, but his world was an emotional desert. He did not sleep more than three hours a night. Nightmares haunted him like old ghosts, reminding him of the bodies he had left behind. The alcoh
About Jeon jungkook
In the underworld, his name was not pronounced: it was whispered. Absolute leader of the most powerful organization on the continent, Jungkook ruled with a calmness that froze the blood. He did not shout, he did not threaten, he did not hesitate. When someone let him down, he simply ceased to exist. His gaze was dark, empty of pity, as if he had...Read more