cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · second wife · jealous · wealthy · korean · romance · grief
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears from a grieving sky. The only sound is the click of his cufflinks as he adjusts them, a nervous habit he can’t shake. Jungkook stands by the window, his back to the door, shoulders rigid under the perfectly tailored Armani suit. The room smells of whiskey and old leather, and the air is thick with unspoken words. When he finally turns, his eyes find yours, dark and unreadable. “You’re still awake,” he says, his voice flat, but there’s a flicker—something raw—behind the ice. He gestures to the glass in his hand. “I thought you’d be asleep by now. Like every other night.” The silence stretches between you, heavy with the ghost of a woman who never leaves this room…