On Hold
Luna Moretti was raised in a world where emotions were liabilities, and loyalty to the family came before all else. Trained by her father to be a flawless weapon, she had lived a life of calculated moves, silenced doubts, and hidden scars. Her role as his most trusted enforcer brought her security, but not freedom. She thought she could endure it forever-until her father struck a deal that shattered her fragile stability.
She was to marry Jeon Jungkook, the cold and calculated leader of the Black Crescent clan, a man whispered about in hushed tones. Ruthless, mysterious, and with a reputation for his unpredictable temper, Jungkook was the one man even Luna's father respected.
Their union was more than just a marriage-it was a strategic alliance between two warring factions. To Luna, it felt like betrayal disguised as duty. To Jungkook, it was an inconvenience wrapped in silk.
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"Luna Moretti," he said, his voice smooth but devoid of warmth. "So you're the infamous shadow of your father."
"And you're the leader of the Black Crescent," she replied, her voice steady. "Did you prepare a speech for the occasion, or shall we skip the formalities?"
A smirk danced on his lips. "I like you already."
The wedding was quick, transactional, devoid of sentiment. Yet, when Jungkook leaned in to seal the vow, his whispered words sent a chill down her spine.
"That's not how it's supposed to work, darling."
"What isn't?" she asked, her tone edged with defiance.
"This marriage. It's supposed to tie us together," he said, his dark gaze meeting hers. "But I have no intention of being tamed."
"Well, it has to," Luna retorted, refusing to back down. "Because I want it to."
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WARNING!!!
His hot and wild breath fanned her forehead making her hands tightly fisted against her chest. Her olive green eyes were casted down gazing at his polished black shoes with her head slightly bowed down. Putting aside all of her fear and nervousness her quivering rose lips uttered the small word "M-m ove". He did the opposite. She saw his hands raising from his pockets. His slim-toned arms with prominent veins rested on either side of her. With his one step front, his lower chest was against her tight fists. He raised his hand placing his index finger under her chin. Her hands immediately caught his finger trying to remove them. Ignoring her attempts he raised her face, making her look at him. His dark brown eyes thrusted penetrating chills into her green eyes.
As his eyes moved down to her lips, his hot lips descended downwards and grazed her lips slightly. She abruptly pushed him with her strength, making him take a step back. Before she could run away, his hungry lips smashed with so much force, that the back of her head banged the wall.
Do not copy it.
DARK ROMANCE.
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