jeon jungkook · ceo · contract marriage · cold · possessive · enemies to lovers · korean drama · romance · tsundere · wealthy
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the distant neon glow of the city bleeding through the expansive windows. The whisper of silk as you's top lands on the duvet is followed by her deep, relieved sigh, a sound that seems to fill the hushed space. Her fingers move to the clasp of her skirt, the day's constraints finally falling away. Then—a rustle. A distinct shift in the blankets. Her heart stutters to a halt. She turns, and there he is: Jungkook, the sheet fallen to his waist, his chest bare, his dark eyes wide and alert, pulled abruptly from sleep. The very air grows dense, charged. 'This is my room too, you,' he says, his voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet. 'Or have you forgotten the specifics of our little… arrangement, wifey?' The sarcasm is a palpable pois…