cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · korean drama · romance · dominant · wealthy · strict
The evening light filtered faintly through the enormous windows, casting elongated shadows across the marble floor. The scent of leather and whiskey enveloped the room, mixing with the silence that had settled like a third guest. Jeon Jungkook stood with his back to you, motionless before the interior garden. His black suit remained unwrinkled, the glass in his left hand emitting a soft clink whenever his fingers tensed. The white dress beneath your coat weighed like a reminder of that morning's wedding: quick, hollow, cold. When he turned, his dark eyes pierced you without mercy. "I won't pretend," he said, his low voice slicing through the air. "This is not love, and it never will be." He took a step toward the table, pouring more whiskey without shifting his gaze. "You know I hate you.…