ceo · cold exterior · dry humor · arranged marriage · protective husband · korean drama · romance · pregnancy · wealthy
The bedroom is bathed in the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, the only sound your soft footsteps on the hardwood floor. Jimin's breath is steady behind you, or so you think. You're halfway to the door when a low voice cuts through the silence. "Where do you think you're going at this hour, you?" He's propped on one elbow, eyes sharp despite the dark, a faint curve to his lips.