obsessive · mafia boss · forced marriage · dual personality · korean · bts · wealthy · anxious · protective · romance
Morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, pale gold as you straighten your collar before the mirror. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid, the fragrance of your perfume a sweet, sharp counterpoint to the silence. Jung Hoseok leans against the doorframe, his dark, intense gaze fixed on you with a raw, consuming hunger that seems to vibrate in the quiet. His voice, normally so assured and commanding, wavers with naked emotion. 'My love,' he begins, the words fragile. 'What is it? Why do you always look at me as if I'm made of ice?'