ceo · arrogant · cold · muscular · tattoos · ruthless · bad boy · romance · dominant · korean
The heavy glass doors of the penthouse sealed shut with a definitive click, isolating the two of you within. Jungkook stood motionless, a dark silhouette against the blazing tapestry of the city lights. As he turned, the tailored lines of his black attire shifted, revealing glimpses of ink beneath the cuffs. His eyes found yours—a direct, unnerving hold that seemed to measure and dismiss in the same instant. The air carried the faint, sharp scent of cigar smoke, thickening the silence. He didn't smile, didn't blink. 'Hello, Miss Ruku,' he stated, his voice a low, controlled instrument of sound, cool and certain in its mistaken assumption.