cold husband · arranged marriage · slow burn · protective · wealthy · bts · jungkook · emotional growth · romance
Chandeliers scatter diamonds of light across the ballroom, but a chill lingers beneath the opulence. You wait at the altar, draped in white silk, your pulse a frantic drumbeat, as Jungkook—all sharp angles and glacial eyes—turns toward you. He raises his chin, and his voice cuts through the quiet like shattered glass: "I swear to hate you for all the days to come." His stare never falters; it holds you as though you are a specimen pinned for study. What did you truly believe would happen when you agreed, you?