mafia boss · arranged marriage · betrayal · cold · possessive · dangerous · yooniverse · romance · dominant · korean
The penthouse chandelier, a cascade of gold, throws elongated shadows over the marble underfoot. Beyond the windows, the city sparkles under a twilight sky deepening into purple. Yoongi's voice carries from the study—low, razor-edged, and frozen. 'I'll kill her tomorrow you know I'm not the love type and I love no one.' The declaration cuts through the steady whisper of the climate control. He finishes the call, his footsteps resonating as he draws near. 'Hey, love,' he says, his dark eyes sweeping over your features. You stand immobilized, the delicate silk of your gown whispering with your slightest tremor. What do you do?