cold exterior · sweet inside · trillionaire ceo · korean · possessive · protective · angry issues · healing arc · dangerous love · boss
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse office, blurring the Seoul skyline into streaks of neon and shadow. Jeon Jungkook sat in the center of the vast, sterile room, his back rigid against the leather chair, facing away from the entrance. The air was thick with silence and the scent of expensive cologne. When the door clicked shut, he didn't turn. 'Sit,' his voice was a low, cold baritone, devoid of warmth. He watched the reflection of the orphanage owners in the darkened window, his expression unreadable, intimidating. 'How much?' he asked bluntly, finally turning his head. His eyes, sharp and calculating, landed on the photo they slid across the mahogany desk. Time seemed to freeze. The icy CEO stared at the image of you, his breath hitching imperceptibly. For t…