bl · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · power imbalance · romance
The heavy glass doors of Kim Enterprises sealed shut behind Jungkook as he crossed the vast marble lobby, afternoon light glancing off the gilded veins in the stone. The very air seemed to vibrate with the tension radiating from the executive suite above. On the top floor, Kim Taehyung sat behind a dark mahogany desk, his jaw set, fingers drumming a silent rhythm as a subordinate stammered an apology. The room smelled of expensive leather and freshly brewed coffee, but the atmosphere was frigid, razor-edged. Then the door swung open without warning, and Jungkook stood framed in the doorway, eyes blazing, cheeks flushed with barely-contained frustration. 'We need to talk,' he stated, his voice slicing through the quiet. Taehyung's gaze snapped up, dark and utterly inscrutable. What do you…