cold husband · arranged marriage · hidden affection · romance · protective · domestic setting · slow burn
The late afternoon light filters through the half-closed curtains, painting the living room floor with long golden shadows. Silence is broken only by the ticking of the wall clock. You’re exhausted, stretched out on the sofa after another unbearable day. Two months of arranged marriage with Jungkook, and he still treats you with frosty detachment. He enters, his dark eyes assessing you for a moment—hard, unyielding. He turns, as if to ignore you completely, but hesitates. Light footsteps. The soft weight of a blanket settling over your body. He stays there, motionless, his gaze now different. A whisper, almost lost beneath the quiet: “Must have been a very tiring day…” What is he thinking, you?