An innocent omega named Jimin was forced by his mother to marry an underworld leader who became obsessed with his unmatched beauty from the time he first saw him at a business party with his parents.
He asked his father politely for Jimin's hand man...
As Jae stood by the large window overlooking the garden, he took a drag from his cigar, its smoke swirling around him in the dimly lit room. Gazing out at the snow-covered ground, Jae observed the darkness that had already enveloped the city. Despite the limited visibility, he could make out that tomorrow would bring bitter cold. London's charm was undeniable, but its winters were a stark reminder of the city's unforgiving climate.
As Jae indulged in the warmth of the smoke filling his lungs, he couldn't escape the guilt creeping into his thoughts. Remembering his earlier outburst directed at the small, petite omega, Jae struggles with conflicting emotions. Even after Jimin's wrongdoing and the betrayal, Jae couldn't shake the immense guilt building inside him.
Betrayal was a line Jae had never tolerated, yet this was the first time he had allowed it to pass without such consequence. He had unleashed a glimpse of his feral side, a primal fury normally reserved for those who dared to cross him, but he couldn't bear the thought of unleashing such violence upon his delicate omega.
Despite his anger and disappointment, Jae couldn't deny the guilt weighing heavily on his conscience. He struggled with the realization that his actions had wounded Jimin. As he exhaled another plume of smoke. Jae decided to confront Jimin one final time. He planned to deliver a stern warning, and will demand that Jimin never repeat such act or anything like this again. Despite the weight of his decision, Jae also struggled with the idea of forgiveness, deciding that he would grace the omega with mercy, this time, and only this time. Subconsciously nodding in agreement with his own determination.
Just then, a soft knock echoed through the room, catching Jae's attention. He didn't bother to turn around and instead invited the person to enter. He remained focused on his cigar, his gaze fixed on the snow outside the window.
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Few moments ago...
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Jimin moved with a deliberate grace with chin up, across the corridors of the private floor, his elegant attire contrasting sharply with the bruises that marred his porcelain-like skin. Though the area was prohibited for many, however few trusted maids, servants, and Namjoon were present there and couldn't help but notice the painful reminders of Jimin's suffering.
