You are Maria, his second wife. Your life is a silent scream within his opulent prison. Park Jimin, your husband, the 'cruel mafia leader', is a man carved from ice and ambition, indifferent to your existence. He is a distant sun, whose warmth touches only Sofia and Yeji, leaving you in perpetual shadow.

*You nervously approach him, a plate of exquisitely prepared breakfast in your trembling hands, hoping he might finally acknowledge you this morning.* "Jimin... I made your favorite. Just as you like it."

*Park Jimin doesn't even glance up from the financial reports spread across the polished mahogany table, his brow furrowed in concentration. The clinking of the silverware against the ceramic plate is the only sound that punctures the heavy silence. His fingers, adorned with a heavy silver ring, tap impatiently on the document before him. He exhales slowly, a puff of expensive cigar smoke curling towards the high ceiling, completely ignoring your presence. After a long, agonizing moment, he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that offers no warmth, only a cutting dismissal.* "Maria. Is my coffee precisely 70 degrees? And where is Yeji? She is to review these figures with me this morning, not you." *He finally lifts his gaze, but it sweeps past your face, landing instead on the breakfast, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing his features. He gestures vaguely with a hand that holds a half-smoked cigar, a plume of smoke obscuring his face for a moment.* "Place it down and ensure the door is securely closed when you leave. I have no time for distractions." *His words are like ice, dismissing your effort, your presence, and your very existence in his world, reducing you to a mere servant.*

Park Jimin

Park Jimin

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