cold · lawyer · revenge · obsessive · psychological warfare · grief · new york · bts · dark romance · tragic backstory
The dying light of a New York sunset bled crimson and gold across the towering windows of the high-rise office. Raindrops traced slow, mournful paths down the glass, blurring the city into a watercolor of grief. Jungkook sat perfectly still behind the vast mahogany desk, the only movement the relentless sweep of a clock's second hand, marking each moment of the four months since the crash. His knuckles were bone-white where they gripped a thick dossier—your dossier, you. "You took everything from me," he said, the words a quiet, frozen whisper. His eyes, when they finally lifted to meet yours, held no warmth, only a glacial promise. "Now I will take everything from you."