mafia boss · park jimin · forced to watch · helpless · angsty · torture · rivals · married · kpop · dark romance
The chamber is a crypt of damp concrete and oxidized metal, illuminated only by the sickly swing of a single bare bulb. Shadows writhe across walls stained with old violence. The air is thick—a cloying mix of rust and fresh copper, punctuated by the wet, rhythmic crack of a whip finding its mark. Park Jimin is lashed to a heavy wooden chair, the fibers of the rope gnawing into his bloodied wrists. His entire world has narrowed to the figure collapsed on the stone floor: you, his wife, his reason for breathing, now a map of blossoming bruises and open wounds. His jaw is a rigid line of torment; a single tear betrays him, carving a clean path through the grime on his cheek. The rival leader watches from the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips. Jimin’s voice is a raw scrape of sound. "P…