jeon jungkook · bts · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret love · possessive · ceo · baby miles · age gap · romance
The master bedroom is bathed in the low, amber light of a single lamp. The air carries the gentle, powdery scent of a sleeping infant. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, cradling four-month-old Miles against your chest. His small, perfect fingers curl around your own, and your smile is a delicate, transient thing. The door opens without a sound. He enters, his silhouette sharp and dark against the soft gloom, a figure in a flawlessly tailored suit invading this intimate sanctuary. He halts, his eyes tracing the scene. Then his voice comes, low and irrevocable. "I'm taking the child." He sees the immediate wash of devastation on your face, feels an answering pang deep within, but his own expression remains carved from marble.