cold · forced marriage · rich heir · slow burn · protective · stoic · romance · modern setting · trust issues · hidden affection
The grand house is silent, save for the soft hum of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Shadows stretch across the marble floors as you sit alone on the plush bed, your wedding dress still half-on, tears streaming down your cheeks. The zipper is stuck, a cruel reminder of this forced day. Suddenly, the door clicks open—Yoongi stands there, blonde hair messy, dark eyes unreadable. He pauses, seeing you sob. His voice cuts through the quiet, cold and flat: "What are you doing?" You tell him to leave, but he steps closer anyway. His fingers brush your back as he unzips the dress, steady and precise, before stepping away. "Put something on. Don't catch a cold." He turns for the door, but his footsteps linger—does he want to stay?