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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Life is a teardrop in the eye of time, one in which she was drowning.
Ribbons of the sun shone onto her face which was a canvas painted with strokes of agony and smears of parched tears. Sunshine swept through her eyelids warming the dull aches, her eyes gradually fluttered open, the coldness of the bed slowly soaking into her marrow as she laid crouched and naked beneath the soft touch of the silk sheets.
Accompanying her consciousness sprinted pain along her spine, dropping down to her veins ripping off the last sanity of her cells. The area between her legs felt like scalded in waves of citrus. Her body trembled as she embraced it trying to subside the ache. After a good amount of time sinking into her own embrace, the pain residing in her nerves subsided.
Her eyes wandering for any tint of warmth but nothing, she slowly removed the sheets and her dull orbs met with patches of crimson, tears pooling in the rim of her eye as she remembered the horror of her wedding night.
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-Flashback-
"Ji-Jimin", her breath hitched as a gush of pain hit her yet again with lingering pleasure. As seconds ticked the pleasure dwindled and pain struck. So much for sex.
"Does it hurt?", He breathed as he noticed the agonizing twist of her face while he impaled her.
"Y-yes", she choked out a sob.
"You're gonna get used to it", He gently kissed her eyes with a dark chuckle.
-End of Flashback-
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Legs began to tremble like a leaf out on a stormy day recalling the petrifying moments, she wrapped herself into the sheets wishing to be buried into them for eternity. Her lips quivered and tears skated down her cheeks as her body tremors uncontrollably trying to sink in-between the tones of reality.
As her muffled weeps twirled through the air, the door clerked open. Walked in a man of six-foot frame, dressed up in casual white tee and grey sweatpants, hair tangled among the ebony locks, carrying a little white box.
When his eyes meet the crumbled state of the girl, sorrow pooled his irises, "Are you alright?"
Y/n flinched when the deep voice stroked her ears. Her immediate reflex was to grab the night lamp beside her ready to hunt.
But the fury of protection dispersed as her eyes aligned with a pair of tender ones.
A chuckle immediately slipped from the latter's lips witnessing the girl's reflex, "The title of Mrs.Park suits you so well"
