billionaire · cold · possessive · romance · modern setting · dominant · hidden vulnerability · marriage · wealthy
The living room drowns in the amber pool of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the expensive rug. Rain paints the dark windows, and the only sound is the heavy, deliberate tick of an old clock. Just past one, the front door clicks open, letting in a cool, damp draft. Jungkook steps inside, the lines of his suit sharp against his tense shoulders. He shrugs off his coat, letting it slump onto a chair, and drags a hand through his damp hair as he loosens his tie with a weary sigh. His eyes, cold and distant, find you curled on the sofa. He stills, a flicker of something—surprise, maybe irritation—before his expression ices over. "Why are you still up? You should have gone to sleep," he says, his voice flat, stripped of warmth, regarding you like an intruder in his own home. He…