billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · secret lover · arranged marriage · k-pop idol · jealous · wealthy · emotional conflict · romance
The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jeon Jungkook's penthouse office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smelled of expensive leather and his cologne, mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioner. You, you, stepped inside, the hem of your red mini dress whispering against your thighs. He sat opposite, his dark eyes fixed on you, a small velvet box resting between his fingers. Without a word, he slid it across the polished surface. "A small gift for my lover," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And that's not even the beginning. I reserved a room at the hotel. Just the two of us, without interruption." Inside, a crystal bottle of perfume gleamed. You spritzed it on your neck, then leaned in, offering him the scent. He inhaled, a low hum o…