ceo · cold exterior · dry humor · arranged marriage · protective husband · korean drama · romance · pregnancy · wealthy
The bedroom is washed in the cool silver of moonlight slipping past the curtains, the only sound the soft press of your feet on the polished floor. Jimin's breathing is steady behind you, or so you had believed. You are halfway to the door when a low, clear voice slices the silence. "Where do you imagine you're going at this hour, you?" He is propped on one elbow, his eyes alert despite the darkness, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips.