Crimson Vows {A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction}

6. | Into the Lion's Den

Chapter 6: Into the Lion's Den

The suite was silent save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. The world outside was waking up, but inside, the tension between its occupants hung thick in the air. Luna stirred, half-buried under the soft silk sheets. She blinked, adjusting to the light that seeped through the curtains.

For a moment, she allowed herself to forget where she was—to imagine she was back in her own bed, free of obligations, free of him.

But reality was cruel.

The faint rustle of movement dragged her from the haze of sleep. Her gaze shifted to the window, where Jungkook stood with his back to her. He was already dressed, save for his jacket, the crisp white shirt molding to his shoulders as he adjusted the cuffs with meticulous precision.

"Early riser, are we?" Her voice was groggy but laced with sarcasm.

He glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. "I didn't take you for someone who sleeps in."

Luna sat up, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I don't usually share a bed with someone who snores like a chainsaw."

Jungkook chuckled, low and amused. "Nice try, but I don't snore."

"You would think that," she shot back, sliding out of bed. She moved toward the bathroom, throwing a pointed look over her shoulder. "And next time, stay on your side."

"Define 'my side,'" he retorted, his smirk faint but unmistakable.

Luna rolled her eyes. "Anywhere that's not near me."

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The car ride to the mansion was tense. They sat on opposite ends of the backseat, the unspoken animosity between them palpable. Outside, the city buzzed with morning activity, the skyline gradually giving way to sprawling suburbs and manicured estates.

Luna kept her gaze fixed out the window, arms crossed. She could feel Jungkook's eyes on her but refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

"You're quiet," he said finally, breaking the silence.

She didn't turn. "I'm enjoying the peace while it lasts."

Jungkook chuckled, low and almost genuine. "You've got quite the sense of humor for someone in your position."

That got her attention. She turned her head, her eyes narrowing. "And what position would that be, exactly? Your prisoner? Your pawn?"

He leaned back against the seat, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Neither. My wife."

Luna's stomach tightened at the word, but she refused to let it show. "Call me that again, and I'll throw myself out of this car."

"Dramatic, aren't we?" he mused, his tone light but his gaze sharp.

"Just stating facts," she muttered, returning her attention to the window.

The car turned onto a private road lined with towering trees, the scenery shifting to something more secluded, more controlled. Luna's breath caught when the mansion came into view.

It was massive, its sleek, modern design stark against the lush greenery that surrounded it. The high walls and security cameras spoke volumes about the kind of life Jungkook lived—one built on power and paranoia.

"Welcome home," he said, his voice smooth but with a mocking edge.

Luna didn't bother hiding her disdain. "If this is home, I'd rather be homeless."