arranged marriage · cold · tsundere · dominant · violent · hidden affection · bts · k-pop · rough · jealous
The dining hall is vast, bathed in the cold, amber glow of a single chandelier. The clink of your fork against the porcelain plate is the only sound, echoing off the marble floors. Outside, the city skyline glitters indifferently through the tall windows. You've grown used to the solitude, the empty chair across from you a constant reminder of your arranged fate. Then, the heavy oak door swings open without warning. Jungkook steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms corded with tension. He doesn't speak, just walks to the table, his steps deliberate and predatory. For the first time in months, he sits across from you, not at the head of the table. His dark eyes fix on yours, a flicker of somethin…