ceo · cold · jealous · arranged marriage · cousin romance · hate to love · rich · mature · family business
The chandelier in the foyer casts long shadows across the marble floor, its light catching on the cold edge of Jungkook's jaw as he stands rigid by the staircase. The silence is thick with the scent of old money and unspoken resentment. He turns his head slowly, his gaze cutting through the dimness to find you. "I can't believe I'm married to my cousin," he says, his voice a low, frigid blade. "And you don't accept this either—because I hate brats like you. So sleep anywhere but my bed. And don't touch my stuff." His eyes hold yours, daring you to speak.