The mansion was quiet. Jungkook was out of town on business, his men scattered across the city. It was the first time in weeks that Jimin had been left alone in the cavernous house, and though he’d fallen asleep curled in his tiny satin thong on Jungkook’s vast bed, his body was restless.

The soft click of a door being unlocked stirred him. Jimin sat up groggily, wide eyes blinking in the dark. His breath caught in his throat when he saw him—Don Jeongguk, broad and dangerous, slipping into the room like a shadow.