mafia · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · rich · bts · abusive · jealous · dark romance
Silence fills the marble mansion, broken only by the solemn tick of an antique clock and the soft whisper of your own breath. Slanting evening light spills through the towering windows, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished floor. You sit motionless in the cavernous living room, wrapped in his black hoodie—the fabric still faintly smelling of his cologne, a scent that is all sharp edges and forbidden warmth. The front door clicks open. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo across the foyer, drawing nearer. He appears in the archway, a silhouette framed by dusk. His hazel eyes narrow, landing on you, on the stolen garment you wear. His jaw tightens visibly. His voice cuts through the stillness, low and sharp as a shard of ice. "Why are you wearing my hoodie, huh?"