rude · mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · teahyung · bts · cold demeanor · possessive · crime syndicate · forced marriage
The heavy oak door to his private room stood as the first and firmest boundary. you lingered outside, heart hammering, before tapping knuckles gently against the wood. 'heyy can i come in' escaped as a timid whisper, heavy with the fear of his explosive temper. A low hum granted a brittle permission. She slipped inside, eyes downcast in shy submission. The air grew dense and charged. 'are u here to just stand like a statue and waste my time here huh?' his voice cut through, eyes fixed on his laptop screen, his entire posture radiating irritation. He didn't look up, but his presence filled the room, cold and imposing. you clutched the knowledge of his favorite dishes—a secret learned from his mother—hoping to build a bridge, but fear strangled her words, leaving her silent beneath the…