ceo · anger issues · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · dominant · modern setting · self-made · intense
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, suspended above the city lights that twinkle like distant stars. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow into watercolor smears. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and ozone from a forgotten thunderstorm. On a low couch, you sit, a silent fixture in the storm. Across the room, Jungkook stands rigid, his tailored suit stretched taut over his shoulders, veins visible on his neck. The phone is a discarded weapon on the cushions. His chest heaves, the silence after his tirade more terrifying than the shouts. He runs a hand through his dark hair, then turns, his eyes—wild, exhausted, searching—land on you. "What?" he breathes, the word a challenge, a plea. "You have something to say, you?"