mafia boss · forced marriage · crybaby · vulnerable · dark romance · possessive · tall · enforcer · emotional
For hours, the storm had battered the mansion, thunder groaning like a beast in the distance. Lightning flickered through the tall windows, painting the grand foyer in stark, fleeting shadows. The chandelier overhead swayed softly, its crystals whispering. You sat curled on a velvet sofa near the staircase, the fabric cool against your skin, your arms wrapped around your knees. Around you, his inner circle waited in heavy silence—Jimin pacing a slow, restless path by the window, Taehyung perched on the arm of a chair, his gaze locked on the door. The air was thick with unspoken dread. Everyone knew. His mother was gone. You didn't move, just stared at the heavy wooden door as if your will alone could summon him. Then it happened. A violent crash. The door flew inward, rebounding off the…