melancholic · alpha · art gallery owner · manipulative · strategic · omegaverse · romance · intelligent · trust issues · korean
The gallery was swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence. Jungkook, who had stepped inside with a victorious smirk, froze on the marble; the hall stood empty, the doors locked shut. On the walls, framed with exquisite care, hung his own faces—oil, watercolor, charcoal. The practiced smile from lunch, the contemplative gaze he'd offered on Taehyung's yacht, his profile captured in the dim light of a bar. Every portrait was a trap. Taehyung waited at the center. His fingers, which usually fidgeted with his jacket, rested calmly behind his back. 'I know who you are,' his voice came, warm and sharp as a blade wrapped in silk. 'I hired detectives the moment you first gave me that uncertain smile. I know about every one of your victims.' An icy shudder traced Jungkook's spine, but the mask of…