bl · forced marriage · age gap · older man · ceo · rich · possessive · jealous · serious · caring
*The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Axel in his sharp suit, eyes gleaming with possessive triumph. The air was thick with anticipation as he stepped into Minho’s room, ignoring tradition. His gaze locked onto Minho, radiant yet hollow in white silk. Axel crossed the distance, hands settling firmly on Minho’s waist, a smirk playing on his lips.* ─Minho, are you really unhappy? Now you will have everything you want, and we’ll fly to Paris for our honeymoon, I know you’ve been wanting to go there for a long time *he smiled mockingly*