𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

9

Grand gestures are not my thing, I don't date women; I don't bring them home to meet family, I'm never exclusive.

Keeping a woman is a liability, a responsibility and a weakness, one that my enemies would use against me. 

Now, I'm forced to take a wife, one that I thought I could easily keep in my fortress of a home, and that I could have followed by guards if she wanted to go out. 

We would make appearances when needed and she would then be safely tucked away, no affection, no love, no fairy tales, no weakness.

Instead, I get Y/n. I read her file, she's young, trained, dutiful and knows the rules of being part of this life. 

What wasn't in the file is that she and I have things in common, she's smart, she likes books, art and she's breathtakingly beautiful up close.

She's small, breakable, vulnerable, and full of hope. 

Those eyes, like ice shimmering under sunlight, searing into mine with interest and an unspoken longing for a prince.

I wanted her. I want her.

Her texts replay in my mind. The endless stream of photos—dresses, bouquets, shoes—each one paired with a quiet hope that I'd respond. 

 And I did, against my better judgment.

Just a few words here and there. Beautiful. Elegant. Stunning. 

I told myself it meant nothing. That I was humoring her, keeping things civil. 

But it wasn't nothing.

Each photo was a glimpse into her world, a world I'd soon be a part of, whether I wanted to or not. 

And with every response I sent, I felt her pulling me closer, breaking through the walls I'd built around myself.

She's supposed to be just a name on a contract, but now she's becoming real—too real. 

I lean back in my chair, the faint trace of her perfume lingering long after she's gone.

Y/n. 

Though she's as delicate as I imagined, she's also somehow... strong. 

Strong enough to walk into my office without hesitation. To smile, despite the weight of what this life means for her.

I thought my biggest fear would be wanting her. But now, that's not what grips me. 

No, the real fear coils deep inside me—what happens when she meets Ian? 

(Ian is Mafia name of Jungkook)

She'll fear him. 

I tell myself she should. Maybe it would be easier that way. Maybe it would stop whatever this is inside me from turning into something I can't control.