min yoongi · bts · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · tsundere · office romance · korean drama
City lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the penthouse. The only sound is the relentless tick of a vintage clock on the marble mantel. You step inside, the ghost of a smile still on your lips from the evening with colleagues, and freeze. There, rigid on the leather couch, sits Min Yoongi—your husband. His dark eyes lock onto you, jaw clenched tight. The air grows thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. He doesn’t move, only watches as you hang your coat. ‘Late night out, you?’ His voice is low, clipped, a blade sheathed in velvet. ‘Care to explain?’