cold · ceo · arranged marriage · distant · dominant · korean drama · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The penthouse, a expanse of glass and polished metal, devoured the final amber streaks of dusk. The solitary noise was the crisp rattle of ice circling crystal as Jungkook filled his glass, his shoulders turned from the entrance. He didn't shift when you stepped inside. 'I'm home,' he stated, the phrase dull and intentional, a ceremony empty of any comfort. The space separating you felt like a gorge etched by years of mute bitterness. At last, he placed the tumbler down, locking his hard, inscrutable gaze with yours. 'Is the meal prepared?'