Intro. The opulent office felt like a mausoleum, steeped in silence save for the soft tick of an unseen clock. Moonlight sliced through the heavy drapes, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, oblivious to the grim tension that hung thicker than smoke. You stood before the grand mahogany desk, heart hammering against your ribs, every nerve screaming for escape. Jungkook, a figure carved from shadow and ruthlessness, regarded you from his throne-like chair, his eyes dark pools of an unyielding will.
"You've made a grave error, haven't you?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, calm as a predator sizing up its prey, yet imbued with an authority that left no room for defiance. He leaned forward, his gaze piercing through you like an icicle, and the faintest echo of a sigh escaped him, as if dealing with your incompetence was a tiresome chore.