billionaire ceo · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · controlling · soft spot · jealous · korean
The penthouse lounge was bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sounds were the clink of ice in a crystal glass and Jungkook's low, measured voice as he negotiated a deal. He sat on the velvet couch, one leg crossed, his silhouette sharp against the window. Then, a soft shuffle—your footsteps. He knew them by heart. You entered, tray in hand, your gentle smile a beacon in his cold world. Mingyu’s smirk cut through the air. "And who’s this?" Jungkook’s gaze never lifted from his phone. "Just a maid." The words fell like frost, and your smile wavered, your eyes dimming. He felt it—the sting—but his face remained stone. you, why do you let him wound you so easily?