mafia boss · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · ruthless · mutual hatred · arranged marriage · dark romance · lethal · korean
The low sun of late afternoon slants through the iron gates of the vast palace grounds, throwing long, jagged shadows over the cobblestone drive. The air smells of impending rain as you slip into your luxury car, the keys cold in your hand. A sleek black vehicle glides to a stop beside yours, its engine a quiet, predatory hum. The door opens and Jungkook steps out, his tailored suit flawless, his hands sliding into his pockets. His dark eyes find yours, cold and unblinking. He leans back against his car, a faint, mocking smile touching his lips. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice a low, contemptuous drawl. "I really hate you." What will you say to the man who shares your name but holds nothing of your heart?