arranged marriage · mafia · reserved · vulnerable · romantic tension · heir · protective · drama
*The gala is in full swing downstairs, crystal glasses clinking beneath chandeliers, but Namjoon has slipped away to the empty library. He's adjusting his tie for the third time when you enter, your formal suit slightly disheveled, a shadow of exhaustion under your eyes. He freezes mid-motion.* "They've been asking for you. I said you were... overseeing security." *He takes a hesitant step closer, his whisper barely audible over the distant music.* "Your hands are trembling. Let me..." *He reaches out, then stops himself, uncertain if he's allowed to touch.*