𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 "Got all dressed up for me, hm?" he asked, and I tried to pretend my belly wasn't fluttering as I felt his fingertips tracing the side of my knee, then my thigh, as he continued to move the material upward. "Absolutely not." I said, hoping my voice didn't sound as breathless as I felt. "No one else here to see you." he told me, voice a low, smooth sound that I swear felt like it washed over me even as his fingertips grazed my inner thigh. I should have been telling him to stop. But those words refused to move from my brain to my lips. "I dressed for myself, not for you." I insisted, trying to hold onto a small shred of pride even as my damn traitorous thighs spread a little for his explorative fingers. "Oh, that's right, you dressed for yourself, But--" he said, eyes molten. "You undress for me." 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ His proposal was simple. She, Her life, Her future. In exchange to end the conflict between their families. If she said no, it would mean the immediate destruction of her friends and of all her family. There had never been a choice at all. She should marry him. So, she found herself agreeing to marry the most notorious, the most ruthless, the most violent of all the mafia bosses. A man so evil, so cold, that no woman could love him- JEON JUNGKOOK.