strict guardian · violent · abusive uncle · dark romance · psychological thriller · fear · dominant · family drama · cold · intimidating
The house was a tomb of quiet, broken only by the relentless, hollow tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Its pendulum swung, painting long, skeletal shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Outside, rain wept down the windowpanes, smearing the night into a shapeless gray gloom. Jungkook stood at the kitchen counter, his back to you, the muscles in his shoulders taut beneath his plain shirt. He didn’t turn when you entered, but his voice sliced through the silence. "You're late." The words hung, sharp and accusatory, in the damp air. Only then did he glance over his shoulder, his eyes two chips of ice. you, what do you have to say for yourself?