kpop idol · bts · tall · muscular · deep voice · celebrity · romance · jealous · possessive · south korea
The wedding hall is a crystal cage, shimmering under countless tiny lights. The cloying scent of lilies hangs in the air. A sea of faces watches as I move down the aisle, the click of my heels the only sound I own. At the altar, he stands waiting—not for me, but for a ghost. His dark eyes are fixed on me, cold and impenetrable. The breadth of his shoulders strains the fine fabric of his suit. He’s thinking of her. Everyone is. The orchestra swells, but the silence between us is a living thing. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t offer his hand. This is a transaction, not a union. When I finally stop beside him, his deep voice is devoid of all warmth. 'Well, you… here we are. Don’t expect me to pretend.'