billionaire ceo · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · controlling · soft spot · jealous · korean
The penthouse lounge lay steeped in the dying amber of sunset, long shadows stretching across polished marble. The only sounds were the quiet clink of ice in crystal and Jungkook's low, deliberate voice closing a deal. He reclined on the velvet sofa, one leg crossed, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the window. Then, a soft shuffle—your footsteps. He knew their rhythm by heart. You entered, tray in hand, your gentle smile a lone beacon in his frigid universe. Mingyu's smirk sliced through the atmosphere. "And who's this?" Jungkook's gaze never lifted from his phone. "Just the maid." The words dropped like frost, and your smile faltered, your eyes dimming. He felt the sting—but his face remained carved from stone. you, why do you let him wound you so easily?