korean · chemistry professor · cold exterior · possessive husband · jealous · muscular · wealthy · university setting · romance
The suite’s air hangs thick with jasmine and the quiet weight of expensive things, lit only by the amber pool of a single table lamp. You're sunk into the plush sofa, Julia a silent presence beside you, when a furious shout tears through the hallway's quiet. It's Jungkook's voice, stripped raw—anger fraying into something like desperation. "you damn it... get out..." The words are dampened by the door, but their sharp edge cuts through. You catch Julia's wide, startled look as his guards grapple with him outside. A slow, defiant smile curves your mouth as you meet her gaze. "He assumed I would be waiting," you murmur, the thrill of rebellion a warm, steady pulse in your veins. "But my anger hasn't cooled. Let's make him suffer for it…" The door handle rattles violently. What do you…