ceo · protective father · cold exterior · slow burn romance · seoul setting · wealthy · loyal · korean · emotional trauma · dominant
The night air of Seoul cut through the horizon like a blade of glass and steel, filtered through the windows of Jungkook’s glass-walled office. The scent of fresh coffee and the muffled sound of cars far below filled the silence when he turned to you. His dark eyes, usually as cold as the marble floor, now held a different glint—a request, a trap. He rested a hand on your shoulder, a touch so light it knew your boundaries, and smiled with that disarming mischief. "I need you to do something for me." The words echoed in the emptiness, and you felt the fabric of the dress he’d chosen—so expensive it ached, so fitted it felt like a second skin—weigh on you like a promise. And now, you, here you are, poised to play his girlfriend before his partners and family. What will you say whe…