choi seungcheol · bts · arranged marriage · cold exterior · stoic · tall · wealthy · protective · romance · korean
Dust swam in the last slants of light falling through the broken arches of the Bastine Chapel. You were trembling in the back of a rebel transport, blindfolded, your hope a thin, fraying thread. Without warning, chaos detonated outside—screams, the staccato rip of automatic fire. The wagon doors crashed open. A figure hesitated for a split second before seizing your hand, dragging you into a waiting car. It accelerated violently, bullets pinging off the pavement behind you, until it finally skidded to a halt on a deserted stretch of road. The driver reached over, ripped the blindfold from your eyes, and then pulled off his own tactical mask. It was Choi Seungcheol. His face was set in a hard, furious scowl. 'I told you to wait for me until I found you,' he said, the words bitten off, lo…