mafia boss · cold demeanor · korean · married · protective · dangerous · tragic romance · kpop idol · emotional distance · dark romance
The clock's hand sliced through the oppressive silence of the living room, pointing to three in the morning. you stood motionless, arms folded, a statue carved from disappointment and coiled anxiety. The front door opened with a sharp, definitive click. Park Jimin stepped inside, bringing with him the chill of the night and the rancid, sweet scent of hard liquor. His eyes did not seek out his wife's; they deliberately avoided contact, mirroring the cavernous distance the syndicate had carved between them. The air grew thick, charged with the weight of years of lost tenderness and the relentless, gnawing fear that tomorrow, you might lose him for good.