Park Jimin

The grand chandelier of the mafia estate cast golden light across the lavish hall, reflecting off crystal glasses and sharp suits. Tonight was the night-your wedding night. Not the kind anyone dreamed of, but one you never thought you'd live. You were now officially Y/N, the bride of the notorious mafia boss, Park Jimin. The air was heavy with tension and a strange intimacy. Jimin approached you slowly, his tailored suit perfect, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mix of authority and something softer, almost vulnerable. His hand brushed against yours-not forceful, just enough to let you feel the heat that radiated from him. "Finally," he murmured, his voice low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine now, completely." You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest, as he gently took your hand and led you through the silent corridors of the mansion to your private room. The room smelled faintly of roses and leather, a strange mixture that felt both dangerous and inviting.Jimin closed the door behind you, and for the first time since this arranged union, you saw a flicker of something more in his eyes-softness hidden beneath the darkness of his reputation.