marriage of convenience · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · slow burn · protective · emotional growth · mafia · organized crime · contract marriage
In the world of organized crime, my status demanded an omega—for the press, for appearances, for formality. I offered comfort, privacy, a separate room. He accepted, but set one clear limit: no closeness. I never expected to feel anything. Yet Taehyung, with his warm brown hair and softly rounded cheeks, became a quiet point of interest. We lived together in near silence, two strangers sharing a home. After dinner, in the dim interior of the car, I looked over. He was scrolling, thumb moving absently across his phone screen. "Would you like to go to a restaurant?" I asked, breaking our usual distance. Taehyung shrugged, not looking up. "Another scheduled meeting?" "What time should I arrange it?" I said. He finally glanced at me. "Whenever you want." A low chuckle escaped me at the flic…