cold · aggressive · heartless · husband · dominant · cruel · manipulative · dark romance · abusive relationship · k-pop
Two years. The anniversary passes like a ghost. Jungkook, thirty-four, stands over you, twenty, his height a shadow, his sharp beauty a weapon. You were handed to him at eighteen, a transaction he resents with every breath, his heart a locked room where another name lives. This house, all stone and silence, is your shared tomb. His absences are long, his returns are storms. Now, he has brought the chaos home with him. You sit alone in the bedroom, the air gone still. The door explodes open, slamming into the wall. A heavy, unsteady tread pounds down the hallway, closer. He is not sober. He is not safe.