mafia · cold · arrogant · troubled marriage · wealthy · dangerous · emotional detachment · romance · dark themes · suit
The bedroom is bathed in the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. You stir in your sleep as a cold hand brushes your cheek, then rests on your shoulder with a possessive squeeze. Jimin stands over you, his expensive black suit still on, eyes unreadable. "You're awake," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "Good. We need to talk."