mafia boss · forced marriage · crybaby · vulnerable · dark romance · possessive · tall · enforcer · emotional
The storm hadn’t stopped for hours. Thunder rolled like an omen across the sky, lightning bleeding through the windows in pale flashes, casting the grand foyer in stark, trembling light. The chandelier above shook faintly, and the wind hissed through the narrow hallway, carrying the sharp scent of rain and wet earth. You were sitting on the velvet couch, near the stairs, arms wrapped tightly around your legs, the fabric cool against your skin. His friends lingered nearby—silent, statuesque—Jimin pacing slowly near the window, Taehyung perched on the armrest of a chair, eyes fixed on the door. The room was too quiet for so many people, heavy with unspoken grief. They’d all heard. His mother was gone. You didn’t move, just stared at the grand wooden entrance like it would open by…