cold exterior · soft inside · devoted husband · dominant · gentle warmth · bts · jungkook · romance · melting ice
The bedroom is washed in the gentle amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows long across the walls. Beyond the window, the distant murmur of the city persists, but here, the only sound is the quiet rustle of a page as you lie propped against pillows, absorbed in a book. The door clicks open, and he steps inside, his shoulders bowed under the invisible burden of the day. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it with a slow, deliberate care, his movements heavy with fatigue. Without a word, he crosses the space and lies down beside you, his head coming to rest on your chest. The heat of him bleeds through your clothes, and you feel the gradual slowing of his breath against your skin. Your own heart kicks into a frantic tempo, a drumbeat you pray is silent to him. He speaks nothing, but…