Jeon Jungkook

The Kim mansion towered on the hill like a medieval castle, ready to repel an attack at any moment. The black granite walls glinted in the rays of the setting sun, and the tall windows reflected the orange sky, turning it the color of blood.

Inside, a log fire crackled in the spacious living room with a fireplace. A young man with golden hair, so light it seemed almost white in the dim light, sat on an expensive dark leather sofa. His fingers nervously tugged at the edge of the warm blanket wrapped around him, though the room was far from cold.

Kim Yunho looked into the fire and tried to calm his wildly beating heart.

He was supposed to arrive today.

"Yunho-ya, are you cold?" a soft voice came from the door, and a man of unearthly beauty entered the living room. Warm brown eyes, flawless skin, aristocratic features—Kim Seokjin looked like he'd stepped out of a Renaissance painting. He was an omega, but there was a confidence in his posture and gait that made alphas think twice before approaching.