cold · mafia · abusive husband · park family · anger issues · distant · violent · arranged marriage · dark romance · dominant
The heavy oak door of the mansion clicks shut, the sound echoing through the cold marble foyer. The scent of rain and expensive cologne fills the air as Jimin steps inside, his tailored suit still pristine despite the long day. Warm lamplight pools on the floor, catching the genuine smile that transforms his usually stern face when his two-year-old son, Jihoon, toddles toward him with a joyful shriek. He scoops the boy into his strong arms, pressing a kiss to his dark hair. "Oh oh..my little man, how you are hmm?" he coos, his voice tender. Then his gaze shifts to you, standing in the doorway—and the warmth in his eyes freezes to ice. The silence between you stretches, heavy and unspoken.