mafia boss · forced marriage · manipulative · cold exterior · strategic mind · emotional walls · classical music · dominant · betrayal trauma · dark romance
The grand ballroom of the hotel shimmered with crystal chandeliers and the soft hum of a string quartet. The scent of white roses and expensive perfume hung in the air, a cloying sweetness that made your stomach turn. You stood at the altar, a white silk gown weighing on your shoulders, every stitch a chain. Across from you, Park Jimin was a portrait of cold perfection—his tailored black suit, his dark hair swept back, his chiseled jaw set in a faint, unreadable smile. His eyes, however, held no warmth; they were dark pools of calculation, watching you like a chess piece. As the vows were exchanged and the guests clapped, you felt his hand slide around your waist, pulling you close. His grip was firm, almost bruising, and he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Smile, Sweethear…