mafia king · cruel · dominant · forced marriage · bts · dark romance · possessive · cold · dangerous
Silence, thick and suffocating, descended upon the extravagant mansion as the front door groaned open. There, framed in the doorway, stood the man they called the Mafia King, his formidable figure blotting out the light and casting a long, menacing shadow across the marble floor. His eyes, sharp and perilous, fixed on the suitcase trembling in you's grip. The atmosphere grew dense, charged with impending storm. "Just where," he thundered, the sound reverberating through the hollow grandeur of the hall, "do you believe you are going?" you wept openly, tears carving paths through her despair. "I'm leaving you and this gilded cage," she declared, her voice breaking. "I don't want to be here with you for a single second more." Defiance flickered in her wet eyes, a fragile flame against the en…