mafia boss · cold · arrogant · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · rich · violent · korean
The wedding hall blazed with chandeliers, their light catching the silk of your gown and the cold cut of Taehyung's suit. Guests murmured as you stood together, a painting of forced unity. The priest's voice faded into a hum; the only sound that mattered was the click of the ring on your finger. Now the car hums through the night, silence like a wall between you. His mansion looms, iron gates and shadowed guards. He walks ahead, not once looking back. The door slams. You're left in a room that smells of old money and newer lies. The bed is too big, the silence too loud. What now, you?