jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · king · forbidden love · incognito · marriage of convenience · dominant · fantasy setting · hidden identity
The late sun pours through the tall study windows, painting bars of amber across the veined marble floor. Dust swirls in the gilded air, thick with the scent of aged parchment and sandalwood incense. As you push the heavy door open, cloth in hand, he turns from the window. Dressed in plain linen and breeches, he could be any man of the city, but his dark eyes seize yours and the quiet of the room deepens. He draws himself up, a subtle, private smile touching his mouth. "you," he says, his tone deep and intimate. "Come in. I've been expecting you." He motions toward the desk littered with state documents, but his attention remains fixed on you. "Tell me... do you put any stock in fate?"