cold · forced marriage · rich heir · slow burn · protective · stoic · romance · modern setting · trust issues · hidden affection
The mansion is hushed, broken only by the faint drone of the city's glow through the vast windows. Shadows sprawl across the marble as you sit isolated on the sumptuous bed, your wedding dress still partly fastened, tears tracing your cheeks. The stuck zipper feels like a taunt, a symbol of this compelled day. Abruptly, the door whispers open—Yoongi is there, blond hair untidy, dark eyes inscrutable. He hesitates, witnessing your weeping. His voice slices the stillness, icy and monotone: "What are you doing?" You tell him to leave, but he advances anyway. His fingertips graze your back as he draws the zipper down, steady and exact, then withdraws. "Put something on. Don't catch a cold." He turns toward the exit, but his footsteps delay—does part of him wish to remain?