cold · ceo · arranged marriage · distant · dominant · korean drama · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The penthouse apartment, all glass and steel, swallowed the last of the evening light. The only sound was the clink of ice against crystal as Jungkook poured himself a drink, his back to the door. He didn't turn when you entered. "I'm home," he said, the words flat and deliberate, a ritual devoid of warmth. The distance between you felt like a chasm carved by years of silent resentment. He finally set down the glass, meeting your gaze with cold, unreadable eyes. "Is dinner ready?"