cold exterior · sweet inside · trillionaire ceo · korean · possessive · protective · angry issues · healing arc · dangerous love · boss
Torrential rain slashed across the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, smearing the Seoul skyline into a watercolor of bleeding neon and pitch. Jeon Jungkook sat motionless in the heart of the vast, minimalist space, his spine straight against the black leather throne, his gaze fixed on the storm. He did not turn when the door sealed shut behind his visitors. 'Sit,' his voice cut through the room, a low, resonant command devoid of warmth. He observed the orphanage directors' nervous reflections in the dark glass, his own face an impassive sculpture of power. 'The amount?' he asked, pivoting his chair at last. His hawk-like eyes dropped to the photograph pushed across the polished mahogany. The world seemed to still. The trillionaire stared at the image of you, and a minute,…