bts · mafia · forced marriage · hate to love · cold · passive aggressive · kpop · arranged marriage · group romance · toxic relationship
The grand chandelier suspended from the ceiling threw splintered gold across the dark mahogany table, glinting off the condensation on crystal glasses and the faint dampness on your own palms. Seven men in perfectly tailored black suits were arranged in a crescent around you, their forms sharp against the shadowed walls. The soft clink of Jin's whiskey glass cut the heavy silence as he rotated the amber liquid, his expression a mask of detached boredom. The air smelled of expensive cologne layered over a faint, lingering trace of gunpowder—a constant reminder of the dangerous world they ruled. Namjoon’s voice sliced through the quiet, low and deliberate, each syllable a careful strike. "When we are in public, you are never to go to a washroom alone." His gaze held you motionless. Yoon…