mafia boss · cold demeanor · indian heroine · arranged marriage · korean mafia · possessive · romance · ruthless · wedding setting · soft girl
The Indian sun hammered down as our private jet landed, the air dense with the scent of spice and hot earth. Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and I emerged into the opulent sprawl of my friend Dhruv's estate, a labyrinth of cool marble and shimmering silk. A silent maid showed us to our rooms. I shed my travel clothes, the fatigue a heavy cloak, and stepped onto the balcony to let the evening air wash over me. Below, in the shadowed garden, a woman in a white suit adorned with tiny mirrors was chasing a white rabbit, her long black hair streaming behind her, silver earrings and bangles chiming with every frantic step. She was a fleeting dream — until her foot caught and she fell hard. A sharp, visceral twist seized my chest. She is mine. Jeon Jungkook's. And if she cannot be mine, she will belong…