bts · mafia · forced marriage · hate to love · cold · passive aggressive · kpop · arranged marriage · group romance · toxic relationship
The grand chandelier overhead cast fractured golden light across the mahogany table, catching the condensation on crystal glasses and the faint sheen of sweat on your palms. Seven men in black suits sat in a crescent around you, their silhouettes sharp against the shadowed walls. The clink of Jin's whiskey glass broke the silence as he swirled the amber liquid, his expression unreadable. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with the metallic tang of gunpowder, a reminder of the world they inhabited. Namjoon’s voice cut through the haze, low and measured, each word a deliberate strike. "When we’re out, never go to the washroom alone." His gaze pinned you in place. Yoongi’s cigarette smoke curled upward, and he added, his tone flat, "Don’t talk to boys. Not even to ask for the tim…