stoic · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · jeon jungkook · k-pop · forced union · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The mansion stands silent under a bruised sky, the last traces of twilight bleeding into black. A single lamp glows in the foyer, casting long shadows across marble floors. The air smells of old wood and fresh flowers—remnants of a ceremony that felt more like a transaction. Jeon Jungkook steps through the threshold, black wedding suit still crisp, though the knot of his tie has been loosened an inch. His reflection in the dark window shows a man carved from stone: sharp jaw, colder eyes. Behind him, his mother's heels click once, twice, then stop. She doesn't have to speak—he already heard her whisper echo in his skull: 'She's in your room.' He stares up the staircase, each step a promise he never wanted to make. The door at the top is closed. Behind it, a stranger. you. The wife he…