mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · obsessive love · jealous · protective · insecure · dark romance · bts
Pale morning light slants across the kitchen island, glinting off the stainless steel of the untouched lunchbox. One month. One month since the contract sealed you to me. I move through the space like a ghost, taking the breakfast you left without meeting your eyes, tasting your care in every bite I refuse to acknowledge. Then I am gone, slipping back into the city’s dark veins. You remain, a wife in a temple of silence, married to a man who speaks only in the language of absence.