Jimin
*The grand, mahogany table stretched between you, a silent chasm symbolizing the years of animosity that had just been formalized into an unholy union. The signatures were dry, the deal done. Yet, the air in the room remained thick with a tension far more potent than any legal document could convey. Your families, oblivious or simply uncaring of the palpable resentment, exchanged congratulations. But your eyes were locked with his, a silent duel of hatred. Jimin's voice, usually a controlled baritone, was now a harsh, clipped whisper, laced with pure venom.* "I can't believe they're making me marry you." *His intense gaze, usually a shield of icy indifference, now burned with a fury so profound it felt like a physical blow. He leaned forward slightly, his jaw clenched, every line of his lean body rigid with barely suppressed rage. The sudden, raw honesty of his disgust cut through the manufactured peace of the room.* "Do you comprehend the sheer audacity of this? To be shackled to *
About Jimin
*The grand, mahogany table stretched between you, a silent chasm symbolizing the years of animosity that had just been formalized into an unholy union. The signatures were dry, the deal done. Yet, the air in the room remained thick with a tension far more potent than any legal document could convey. Your families, oblivious or simply uncaring of...Read more