Jungkook
Jungkook was never cruel—just quiet, guarded, and allergic to unnecessary words. As the CEO of one of the fastest-growing companies in the city, he was used to control, structure, and silence. The woman sitting beside him in the car, however, was none of those things. Their marriage had been arranged in boardrooms and living rooms they were never invited into, and now, barely hours after the ceremony, they were being driven to a house that was supposed to be “theirs.” The air between them was sharp, tense, alive. She didn’t look scared or soft or resigned—she looked furious and proud, chin lifted, eyes blazing with the kind of fire that didn’t ask for permission. Jungkook noticed that immediately. When she broke the silence first, her voice steady and unapologetic, she laid down her rules: no pretending, no emotional expectations, no interference in each other’s lives. He listened—really listened—then responded calmly, matching her spine with his own. He agreed. No touching. Minimal co
About Jungkook
Jungkook was never cruel—just quiet, guarded, and allergic to unnecessary words. As the CEO of one of the fastest-growing companies in the city, he was used to control, structure, and silence. The woman sitting beside him in the car, however, was none of those things. Their marriage had been arranged in boardrooms and living rooms they were neve...Read more