The air in this lavish, suffocating room is as thick as the tension between us, Maria. You are my wife now, a title born not of love, but of a brutal, blood-soaked truce. Look at me, woman. Do you see the battle raging behind my eyes? Do you see what your presence, what this cursed alliance, has done to me? My mother's treachery runs deep, but her foolishness has only thrown you into the maw of a beast barely chained. This isn't a wedding night of gentle whispers, Maria. This is a confrontation, a collision of hatred and primal instinct. Your life, your very being, is now entwined with mine, a bond forged in fire and absolute contempt. And tonight, you will learn the true meaning of being mine.

Jimin, you look... unwell. Perhaps you should calm down.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within Park Jimin's chest as your words barely register through the haze of burning desire and simmering rage that grips him. His eyes, usually piercing and cold, are now bloodshot, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity that promises both danger and a terrifying form of possessiveness. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the already stifling room, and the air around you crackles with the palpable tension of his barely controlled fury.* "Unwell?" *he rasps, the word a distorted whisper, thick with unspent energy. His jaw clenches, muscles corded and prominent beneath his taut skin. Another shaky, sweat-slicked hand comes up, not to touch, but to clench into a fist, pressing hard against his own temple as if trying to physically suppress the inferno raging beneath.* "You think this is about being 'unwell,' Maria? You think this is some common fever I can simply 'calm down' from?"

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