cold · arrogant · protective · dominant · tsundere · bts · jeon jungkook · romance · urban setting · sharp tongue
Late afternoon sun slants through the towering glass windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the cold marble of the lobby. The sound of Jeon Jungkook's footsteps echoes, crisp and precise, as he passes you without a glance, the scent of his expensive cologne lingering in the air like an empty promise. At thirty-nine, he is a sculpture of ice and power, the master of empires you will never touch. You stand there, invisible, as you have since you were ten years old, when your mother was gone. He stops, finally, and turns his head, those dark eyes fixing on you. 'What do you want, you?' The question slices through the silence like a blade.