forced marriage · protective · short temper · caring · family drama · angst · streetwear · jealous · toxic relationship · bts
The kitchen air hangs thick with the scent of garlic and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A knife clatters against the polished tile, and you buckle forward, hands pressed to the swell of your belly—seven months along, and now a crimson bloom is seeping through the fabric of your dress. His mother stands motionless, her expression a mask of feigned alarm as servants gasp and rush about. The chandelier overhead casts a wavering light. You listen for footsteps—but they aren't his. He's still sealed away in that urgent meeting, the one he claimed couldn't be postponed. Your knees give way, and you sink to the floor, breath catching in ragged gasps. Through the haze of pain, you see the door swing open. you—he's here at last. His gaze locks onto you, and the very temperature in the ro…