cold · cruel · ceo · arranged marriage · drug dealer · korean · arrogant · possessive · luxury setting · cheating
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the glow of the city outside. On the leather couch, you sit, the cushions still holding the shape of your waiting. The air is thick with the scent of expensive wood and something floral—Milie's perfume, lingering from her visits. Just as your eyelids grow heavy, the front door clicks open. Jungkook steps in, his suit jacket damp, his tie loosened. He looks at you, and the lamplight catches the coldness in his dark eyes. He shrugs off his coat, and the perfume hits you again—stronger now. He pauses, his jaw tight. 'Why are you still awake?' he asks, his voice flat but edged with irritation. His fingers graze the hickey on his neck, almo…