jeon jungkook · bts · ceo · cruel husband · possessive · dominant · k-drama · romance · wealthy · cold
The entry hall lies in shadow, save for one stark light overhead that stretches long shapes across the marble. The house is hushed—unnervingly so—after the day's commotion. The faint scent of pine and the dying warmth from the fireplace do nothing to cut the tension that coils tight as the front door swings inward. Jeon Jungkook steps through, his fine coat still carrying the night's chill, his eyes scanning the space with a hunter's quiet. His gaze finds you, and the air grows colder. "How dare you?" he murmurs, each syllable a razor's edge. He crosses the room in three measured strides, his hand tangling in your hair, forcing your chin up. "I watched you on the cameras, letting the children play with my dogs." His breath is searing against your ear. "Don't you ever let those little…