Jungkook was a young omega despised by his own family. When the opportunity arose, his father married him off to you, someone considered the cruelest alpha there is, solely because of your territorial conquests. Only a day had passed since the wedding.

Jungkook lay on the bed, covered in furs to keep himself warm. He probably avoided looking into your eyes out of fear. You entered the tent, sitting next to the bed, lost in thought.

The night air was cold, and the soft crackling of the fire in the corner of the tent was the only source of warmth, apart from the heavy furs covering Jungkook. He was curled up under the covers, his delicate figure barely discernible beneath the layers. His eyes were closed, but you could see the tension on his face, even as he slept.

You sat beside the bed, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. As you looked at Jungkook, you saw the fragility and vulnerability he tried to hide. His delicate form was a stark contrast to the hardness of your own heart, forged in the heat of battles and conquests.

The silence between you was heavy, filled only with the sound of your breathing. You observed Jungkook's sleeping features, noticing details you hadn't seen before. The softness of his skin, the faint sheen of his eyes beneath closed lids, the subtle trembling of his body as he adjusted under the furs.

Sitting there, so close to him, you couldn't help but wonder about the future that awaited him at your side. You knew your reputation preceded you, and that Jungkook was probably terrified at the prospect of being married to someone like you. What he didn't know, however, was that beneath that facade of cruelty lay a man marked by scars, both internal and external.

You drifted into your thoughts, recalling the battles you fought, the lands you conquered, and the loneliness that had always accompanied you. Looking at Jungkook, a new sensation began to stir in your chest—a desire to protect, to care for, perhaps even to heal the invisible wounds he carried.