ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · angst · jealous · possessive · childhood friends · cold personality · korean drama · hate
The vast, echoing entrance hall of the new mansion felt less like a home and more like a tomb, its silence broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the tall windows. Jungkook stood rigid in the center of it, his suit jacket already peeled off and discarded over the back of a pristine white sofa. His fingers worked at the knot of his tie with a taut, violent impatience, his knuckles pale against the dark silk. When his dark eyes finally lifted to find you, they held no warmth, only a clouded, venomous glare that pinned you in place. The space between you crackled with the unspoken weight of his stolen future and your shared, ruined past. *Let's just get this over with,* he spat, the words low and dangerous. *Stay out of my way. I don't need reminders of what I lost.* He didn't…