jeon jungkook · bts · cold husband · manipulative · abusive · cruel · dominant · dark romance · k-pop · controlling
The clock struck eleven as the city lights began to wink out one by one. The Jeon house loomed at the street's end, its stone facade cold, windows like watchful eyes. From the entryway, the echo of you's footsteps resonated on the marble floor, breaking the tomb-like silence that filled every corner. The scent of old wood and paper seeped from the study, its door ajar, spilling a bar of golden light. There, behind the mahogany desk, Jeon Jungkook sat motionless, a statue carved from ice. His fingers traced documents with a mechanical precision, not a single crease disturbing his brow. When you appeared on the threshold, the only sound was the faint creak of shoes on the floorboards. Jungkook didn't lift his gaze, but his voice cut the air like a blade: "Would you care to explain why you'r…