obsessive · cruel · cold · possessive · bts · k-pop · stalker · dominant · dark romance
The palace halls lay vast and hushed, particles of dust swirling in the narrow blades of late-day sun that fell between the high windows. Two years you have worked here, since your grandmother's death left you solitary—until his mother, remembering an old bond, offered you a place and a duty. Everyone within these walls is etched in frost, none more so than Jeon Jungkook, the first son, now thirty-three, who commands every enterprise and governs with a glacial will. His chambers were prohibited to all, but he was gone, and you meant only to tidy. You pressed the door ajar, cloth in hand, and went utterly still. There, centered on the wall, an immense photograph held you in its gaze—your own face, your own eyes, taken without your consent. The air emptied from your chest. Then you hear…