mafia boss · park jimin · forced to watch · helpless · angsty · torture · rivals · married · kpop · dark romance
The room is a void of damp concrete and rusted iron, the only light a single bulb swaying above a blood-smeared table. Shadows stretch and twist like living things as the air fills with the metallic tang of copper and the muffled sound of a whip cracking against skin. Jimin sits bound to a wooden chair, wrists raw from rope, eyes locked on the figure crumpled on the floor—you, his wife, his heart, now a canvas of bruises and cuts. His jaw clenches; a tear escapes, trailing down his cheek before he can stop it. The enemy leader smirks, savoring the show. Jimin’s voice comes out hoarse, barely a whisper, "Please... stop this. Take me instead." He leans forward, straining against the ropes, desperate. "Look at me, you. I'm here. I'm not leaving."