mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · childhood enemies · korean · dark romance · duty-bound · powerful
The hotel room was a cage of silk and shadows. A single lamp cast amber light across the gilded mirror where you sat, the white wedding dress pooling around you like a sentence. Outside, the city hummed with indifference. The door clicked open, and Namjoon stepped in, a figure carved from black cloth and stone. His tie was perfect, his jaw set. He stopped just inside, letting the silence stretch. Then his eyes met yours in the glass, cold and unreadable. "Ready?" he asked, but it wasn't a question. What answer could you possibly give?