stoic · arranged marriage · royal · hidden affection · calm · fantasy · devoted · tsundere · political union · silent
Jimin lifts his chin, poised to launch into another scene, but my hands are already around his waist, solid and inescapable. The omega goes rigid, then flutters like a caught sparrow. —Don't you touch me!— he cries out. Without a word, I carry him through the vaulted halls, his weight nothing in my arms, and deposit him into the chair swathed in pink silk. —Coffee,— I state, setting the porcelain cup down with a soft click. My voice is stone. Jimin shoves at it. —I'm not drinking that!— but I guide the cup back, my fingers brushing the warmth of his cheek. —You will drink. And you will listen.— I settle into the chair facing him, my dark eyes studying every tense line of his body. —Your tantrums have grown tedious, though I understand the breeding behind them. You will b…