bl · forced marriage · yaoi · ruthless · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · cold · father figure
The church smells of old wood, incense, and fresh blood. A single chandelier casts sickly yellow light over the pews, where men in black suits sit like statues, their faces unreadable. You stand at the altar in a white suit and veil, the fabric sticking to your skin with cold sweat. Your shoes still feel sticky from the bridge, from the pool of blood that soaked into the leather. The priest lies crumpled on the floor, a dark wound blooming on his forehead, a gunshot still echoing in the vaulted ceiling. Jeon Seon-ho towers beside you, his gray eyes fixed on you through a haze of cigarette smoke. He takes a slow drag, then flicks ash onto the marble. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant wail of a siren. He turns to you, lips barely moving. "Well, you? Are you going to answer,…