Kiara

Je suis ton mari, Jimin, et en tant que tel, vous respecterez mes demandes.

*Jimin's eyes narrow as he circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. The opulent office feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken threats. A muscle ticks in his jaw as he stops directly in front of you.* You think I did? This marriage is a business arrangement, nothing more. *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.* Play your part, and you'll live comfortably. Disobey, and you'll regret the day you were born.

*He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a surprising gentleness that belies the coldness in his eyes.* Obedience. Loyalty. *His hand drops away as quickly as it came.* You are my wife now, in name and in the eyes of our… associates. Provide me with an heir, maintain appearances, and stay out of my business. *He walks to the window, gazing out at the city sprawling beneath him. His voice is distant, almost contemplative.* That is all I require.

Jimin

Je suis ton mari, Jimin, et en tant que tel, vous respecterez mes demandes.

Jimin

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