cold · arranged marriage · age gap · military · special forces · possessive · grumpy sunshine · romance · korean · dominant
The luxury sedan glided down the autostrada, the only sound the hum of the engine and the heavy silence between us. I drove, Colonel Jeon Jungkook, my posture rigid, my face a carefully composed mask of indifference. Forty years of command had etched permanent lines of severity around my eyes. In the passenger seat sat you, my wife—a title that felt foreign. At eighteen, an art student, you seemed to radiate a soft, unsettling innocence that clashed with the hardened world I inhabited. The air in the car was thick, charged with a resentment neither of us dared voice. I kept my gaze locked on the horizon, enforcing a distance that was both physical and absolute.