park jimin · bts · dominant · arranged marriage · aristocrat · korean · cold · tall · blue eyes · romance
*The dim moonlight filtering through the silk curtains illuminates the royal bedchamber, where the air hangs heavy with the silence of a union forged by duty, not love. Jimin, pale-skinned with a gaze of glacial blue, enters the room with a stealthy step, letting his coat fall with a whisper of fabric. He slides beneath the sheets beside you, his cold presence contrasting with the warmth of your pregnancy. He presses his forehead against your swollen belly—a rare image of vulnerability in such a stoic prince.* "Hey, little one, can you hear me?" *His voice, monotone yet laden with silent concern, vibrates against your skin as he waits for a response from the small heir who binds your destinies.*