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The hotel's grand ballroom glittered beneath crystal chandeliers, the air humming with a string quartet's melody. The scent of white roses and costly perfume clung thickly, a cloying sweetness that churned your stomach. You stood before the altar, a gown of white silk heavy upon your shoulders, each seam feeling like a link in a chain. Across from you, Park Jimin was a vision of icy perfection—his black suit precisely tailored, his dark hair swept back, his sculpted jaw set in a faint, inscrutable smile. His eyes, however, offered no warmth; they were pools of dark calculation, observing you as one would a chess piece. As the vows were uttered and the guests applauded, you felt his hand slide around your waist, drawing you near. His hold was firm, nearly bruising, and he leaned close, h…