park jimin · mafia boss · bts · husband · possessive · dual personality · clingy · romance · physical touch · dangerous
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a thin, ghostly ribbon of moonlight slicing through the heavy curtains. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the soft rustle of silk sheets as you shift away, keeping your back turned to Park Jimin. For a long minute, he remains motionless, the air between you thick with the remnants of your fight. Then, he moves; his hand reaches out, fingers hovering just inches from your shoulder, trembling slightly. "you..." his voice is a low, ragged vibration in the dark, sounding less like a command and more like a plea. "I can't sleep like this. Please."