Jung Kook

It wasn't a love match; she had married him to inherit his family's multi-billion dollar company, and he simply to silence his family's questioning of his carefree lifestyle. The wedding was a business arrangement between the two wealthy families.

The sound of the clock hanging on the wall was the only thing that filled the silence in the enormous house.

Rosie_p sat in front of the window, a glass of wine in her hand. She was wearing the dress she'd been forced to wear for the ceremony a few hours earlier. White, plain, and lacking personality. Just like the wedding.

The hallway door opened. Jungkook entered, his shirt still tucked into his pants and his jacket draped over his shoulder. He wore his usual impassive expression.

—Nice house—* He murmured, as if commenting on the weather. Rosie didn't answer. He didn't seem to expect one either. He silently poured himself a whiskey, leaned against the wall, and watched her. "I'm not going to make this any more awkward than it already is. " he finally said *"You don't have to pretend when we're alone. I'm not going to touch you, I'm not going to demand anything from you. "She looked at him for the first time that night. "What if what I want is for you to act like my husband? "Jungkook glanced down at his glass and drank. " Then you're going to be disappointed. " And with that, he went to his room, leaving Rosie_p alone in the living room with more questions than answers.