Later that night, Rose was already in the room, lying on the couch with a book in her hand. She didn’t even glance at the door when Jungkook walked in.

He closed the door softly, his eyes lingering on her. “You look so calm,” he said, loosening his shirt cuffs, “as if you didn’t almost destroy my entire empire today.”

Rose turned a page lazily, her voice sharp but collected. “If a splash of water can ruin your empire, then maybe it’s too weak already.”

He froze for a second, then dark chuckled, walking closer. “You always have a tongue sharp enough to cut, don’t you?”

Finally, she looked up at him with steady eyes. “And you always think people should kneel before you. But not me.”

He leaned down, bracing one hand on the couch beside her head. His face was close, his breath warm against her cheek. “You keep testing my patience, wifey. Do you know what happens to those who test me?”

Her heart raced, but she didn’t show it. Instead, she whispered, “Maybe it’s time someone finally does.”

For a moment, Jungkook just stared at her. Then, instead of lashing out, he straightened and walked toward the bed with a smirk. “Sleep well, Rose. You’ll need your energy… It will be interesting.”

He lay down, deliberately turning his back to her, leaving her wondering what game he was planning.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up early as usual, completing his daily routine with precision. After some time, he walked toward the breakfast table, his expression calm and unreadable.

But today, something was different.

Rose appeared, dressed casually in a simple outfit with shoes, her presence unexpected at this hour. Jungkook’s lips curved into a faint smirk.

“You woke up early, wifey.”

“Yes,” she replied casually, her tone holding no hint of submission.

“Come, have breakfast,” he gestured smoothly.

Rose smirked back and stepped closer to the long dining table. “Hey, maid,” she called, her voice sharp but steady. “Bring the chair behind your boss.”

The maid froze, eyes wide in disbelief. No one had ever dared to alter Jungkook’s strict arrangement. Jungkook’s gaze flickered with confusion, then narrowed in anger at the disruption of his order.

And before anyone could move, Rose deliberately disarranged the neatly placed plates beside him and sat directly across from Jungkook on the dining table. Le

The room fell into stunned silence. Every maid held their breath, Easton’s eyes widened slightly—he had served Jungkook for years, yet never once had he seen someone openly defy his master like this.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t explode. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his eyes dark and fixed on Rose.

“Interesting…” he murmured.

Rose picked up her spoon nonchalantly, as if nothing was wrong. “What?” she said, looking straight into his eyes. “Don’t like sharing your table with someone who isn’t afraid of you?”

For a moment, Jungkook stayed silent. The entire staff waited for the storm to break. But instead of rage, he chuckled under his breath and leaned forward.

“You really don’t know what you’re inviting, Rose.”

Her eyes sparkled with defiance. “Maybe I do.”

Jungkook’s smirk slowly faded as the room stayed frozen in silence. Finally, he let out a sharp breath and said in a low, heated voice, “Rose, what is this nonsense?”

She looked at him boldly, unfazed. “What’s the problem? I always have breakfast like this.”

And without waiting for his response, she pulled a plate toward herself and began eating, her movements calm, almost casual.

Jungkook’s gaze burned into her, his jaw clenching tighter with each second. The maids stood rooted in place, their hands trembling as they waited for an explosion. Easton’s heart pounded—he knew his boss’s hatred for disorder, and yet this girl was breaking rules in front of him without a flicker of fear.

“You know, Rose…” Jungkook’s voice came out low, dangerous, his tone straining against his own fury. “I hate disorder.”

Rose glanced at him, her eyes glinting with mischief and defiance. “So what? I don’t care what you like or not. I only listen to myself.”

The words landed like a slap in the silent hall. The maids gasped softly, fear flickering in their eyes. A mere young girl—speaking to Jungkook like that? It was unthinkable.

Jungkook’s fist curled under the table, but he kept eating, each bite sharp with restrained anger. He would not give her the satisfaction of losing control. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

Finally, Rose pushed her chair back and stood. “I’m done,” she announced casually. Then, with deliberate boldness, she placed her plate right on top of Jungkook’s who have not completely eaten, making the maids nearly faint in terror.

And before anyone could react, she hopped lightly down from the table. At the doorway, she turned back, her chin raised high.

“Maid, clear the table.”

Everyone froze in shock. Jungkook didn’t move, didn’t blink—just sat there, his eyes dark with a storm he was barely containing.

As Rose disappeared through the door, silence wrapped the dining hall like a curse. The maids kept their heads down, terrified to even breathe loudly. Easton dared a glance at his boss.

Jungkook was still sitting there, his fork resting on the plate, his eyes fixed on the spot where Rose had stood just moments ago. His jaw worked slowly, veins faintly visible on his neck.

Easton swallowed hard. “S-sir, should I—”

“Leave,” Jungkook’s voice was soft but laced with venom.

All the maids scurried out, bowing in fear. Easton, too, quickly left, closing the heavy doors behind him.

The moment Jungkook was alone, his mask cracked. He slammed his fist down on the table, making the plates rattle. A dark chuckle escaped him.

“That girl…” he whispered, his lips curving into a sharp smirk. “She thinks she can play with me? Break my rules in front of everyone?” His eyes glowed with dangerous amusement. “Rose, you’re messing with wrong person”

Meanwhile, Rose had returned to her room, closing the door behind her. She leaned against it, her chest rising and falling. For a brief second, she closed her eyes, the memory of his piercing gaze making her heartbeat race.

But then, a smile tugged at her lips. she murmured to herself. “oh Good.I’ll make his life nothing but disorder.”

She walked to the mirror, brushing her hair back, her eyes shining with determination. “He forcefully kissed me… humiliated me… Now, I’ll crush his ego piece by piece. I’ll turn his perfect little world upside down until he regrets crossing me.”

Her smirk matched his—two players in the same game, both burning with fire neither was ready to admit.