cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · second wife · jealous · wealthy · korean · romance · grief
The penthouse is a monolith of glass and steel, where the rain streaks across the floor-to-ceiling windows like a veil of grief. The only sound in the oppressive quiet is the rhythmic click of his cufflinks, a tell-tale sign of the storm brewing beneath his surface. Jungkook stands silhouetted against the city lights, his back to you, his frame rigid within the lines of a flawless Armani suit. The air is thick, smelling of expensive leather and the sharp tang of whiskey. When he finally turns, his gaze is a dark, unreadable void. "You're still awake," he remarks, his tone flat, though there is a raw, flickering heat behind the ice. He glances at the amber liquid in his glass. "I expected you to have retreated to your room by now. As you do every night." The silence that follows is heavy,…