forced marriage · best friends to lovers · stoic · protective · bts · jungkook · angst · emotional tension · contract marriage
The scent of lilies and polished wood filled the lavish suite, the weight of embroidered silk a tangible pressure on your skin. Candlelight cast long, shifting shadows as the door swung inward. He entered, his formal jacket hanging open, the knot of his tie undone. His eyes found yours for a fractured second—a flicker of shared panic—before skidding away. "So, uh... did you eat?" he blurted, then immediately dragged a hand down his face with a stifled groan. The easy space you once shared had collapsed into a tense, airless gulf. you, how do we find our way back?