Mafia x agent + Arranged marriage Au.
Contains mature content.
A young woman skilled in the art of battle and business is assigned to crush the existence of a cruel emperor along with his kingdom, but who would have thought that the relationship th...
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-Scene continued from the previous chapter-
Y/n deluged into the spell of peace and comfort of the serene environment the moonlight has bestowed. Her eyelids fluttered close as she nestles in the arms of her chair, her muscles began to relax under the soothing touch of odd relief she felt, it was heavenly while it lasted.
"Y/n!" Vocalized a voice suddenly startling y/n who had just managed to find truce. She held her chest as her heart drummed in her ears due to the encounter.
She scowled at the man who entered, "Darn it, Namjoon. Just because I gave you the authority to walk in and out of my cabin as you please doesn't mean you have to barge in like that!" She threw rebukes at him to which he rolled his eyes, "Geez, chill, it's not like someone could rob or kill you so openly"
"One, that's not my concern. Two, why the hell are you here?" Her brows knitted together, slightly squinting her eyes to taunt the male.
"I left some of my files here, yesterday," Stated an unbothered Namjoon while he began to probe the things on her table in the hunt of his files.
"Today you come for the files, tomorrow maybe for your bed and pillow, " Y/n scoffed eyeing him like a hawk.
"True that I spend a little lot time in your cabin but you were the one who called me for drinks yesterday," he retorted collecting the files.
"Fine," she huffed commencing her typing on the keyboard which earned subtle chuckles from the male but his expression was soon drawn into a frown upon seeing an almost empty bottle of red wine laying idle beside her.
"And you're drinking right now," he emphasized drinking staring her down.
"I see you have a perfectly working pair of eyes," the woman replied not sparing a glance off her laptop.
"Y/n," he sternly enunciated her name gaining her attention.
"What? Every hour is wine hour," she defended taking a sip of the long-forgotten last pint of wine in the glass in accordance with her statement.
"I sense a growing addiction," he derided slightly disappointed at the female.
"It's called relaxation," she deadpanned and returned to her work once again.
"But-" Namjoon's words were dissolved into the air as soon as the ringing of the office telephone beside y/n commenced.
