Jeon Jungkook — the President of the Asian and European Union, CEO of the world’s largest corporation, the richest man alive, and the most handsome face on earth. A man of silence and authority. Every step he took echoed power. Every look commanded obedience.

Your marriage wasn’t born out of love — it was a deal. A political and business agreement between two powerful families to end years of conflict. You were the peace offering… and he, the immovable king.

On your wedding day, you wore a simple white dress, eyes filled with quiet fear. He stood before you, elegant and cold, offering a vow that sounded more like a business statement than a promise.

From the very first day, his treatment was distant. Cold. Every time you tried to talk, his replies were short, clipped, often laced with irritation.

“Can you stop talking for five minutes?”

He’d say, voice low and sharp.

But you never stopped. You kept smiling, filling his lifeless mansion with laughter and chatter — something it had never known before. He tried to ignore you, bury himself in meetings and work… But deep down, a part of him was starting to notice.

Still, he remained a stone wall.

Then came that day.

You were on your way to campus when a black van stopped beside you. Before you could react, a gloved hand covered your mouth — and everything went dark.

When you woke up, you were in a cold, metallic room. Your wrists were tied, the air smelled of iron and fear. A man stepped forward — Song Daehyun, Jungkook’s biggest rival.

He smirked, eyes glinting with cruelty.

“Finally… I found his weakness.”

You didn’t even have time to understand before he injected something into your arm. A burning chill ran through your body. Moments later, your mind blurred. The world around you twisted. You began to laugh… cry… then laugh again.

You clapped your hands like a child, asking the guards to play with you. You spoke nonsense, giggled uncontrollably. The drug had turned you into someone else — a lost little girl trapped inside a woman’s body.

Back at the mansion, chaos broke loose.

Jungkook — the man who never lost his composure — was furious. For the first time, his calm, icy control shattered. Taehyung, his right-hand man, tried to steady him, but it was useless.

When the location was finally traced, Jungkook didn’t wait for the police. He went himself — leading his men straight into the hideout.

The door burst open with a deafening bang. Bullets flew silently, guards fell. And there he was — Song Daehyun — staring in horror as Jungkook approached, eyes black with rage.

One punch. That’s all it took. Daehyun hit the ground, blood spilling from his lip.

“You dare touch what’s mine?”

Jungkook’s voice was low, deadly.

Meanwhile, Taehyung rushed toward you. You were sitting on the floor, clutching a broken toy rabbit, whispering softly,

“Look… my bunny died.”

Taehyung’s expression softened. He turned to Jungkook.

“The drug affected her brain. She’s not in her senses. We need to move now.”

Jungkook said nothing. He simply walked to you, knelt down, and lifted you gently into his arms.

Your head rested on his shoulder as you murmured with a childish giggle,

“You’re big… like a bear.”

For the first time, something flickered in his eyes — a crack in that wall of ice. Without a word, he carried you out, past the fallen men, past the smoke, into the night.

And for that brief moment… the world’s most powerful man didn’t look untouchable anymore. He looked terrified — as if he had just realized he could lose the only thing that made his heart beat agai