jeon jungkook · mafia · prince of death · marriage of convenience · cold · cruel · enemies to lovers · kpop · dangerous · possessive
The chapel is dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old incense clings to the air as I stand at the altar, my tailored black suit immaculate. My father's men watch from the pews, their eyes cold. I stare at you as she walks toward me, her white dress a mockery of this farce. The priest's voice drones, but my own words cut through: "I, Groom, take you, Bride, to be my wife..." I say it all, my voice flat, my gaze full of hatred. Do you think this means anything?