Y/n walked down the aisle, a vision of beauty in her white gown. Jimin stood at the altar, his expression- a coldness that sent shivers down her spine.

Both of them stand facing each other and then the priest starts the rituals.

Will you, Y/N, take Park Jimin to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part? the officiant asked, his voice echoing through the room.

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes as she choked out a response. I... I do, she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

And will you, Park Jimin, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part? the officiant continued.

Jimin hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. But then, with a sense of resignation, he nodded. I do, he said coldly.

As the ceremony concluded, Y/N and Jimin stood side by side, feeling the weight of their forced union pressing down on them. They were now bound together, with no escape from the life that had been chosen for them.

After the ceremony end they bid their parents goodbye and went for mansion.

After sometime they reached their mansion.

I got out from the car and followed Jimin. We entered his house. Pretty cool totally different from his personality.

Y/N sat nervously on the edge of the bed, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She could feel the weight of Park Jimin's gaze on her, his eyes cold and calculating.

I hope you understand, Y/N, that things are going to be different now that we're married, Jimin said, his voice smooth but with an underlying tone of menace.

Y/N nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. She had heard stories about Jimin's temper, about how he could be kind one moment and cruel the next. She didn't want to anger him, didn't want to see that dark side of him unleashed.

I have some rules that I want you to follow, Jimin said, his voice low and dangerous. Do you understand?

Y/N swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes downcast. She knew she had no choice but to obey, knew that she was trapped in this marriage with a man who held all the power.

Rule number one, Jimin began, his voice firm. You will never speak unless spoken to. You will address me as 'sir' at all times. Is that clear?

Y/N nodded, her voice barely a whisper. Yes, sir.

Rule number two, Jimin continued, his eyes hard. You will never leave the house without my permission. You are to be obedient and submissive at all times. Is that clear?

Y/N nodded again, feeling a cold dread settle in the pit of her stomach. She could already feel the walls closing in around her, could already feel the suffocating weight of Jimin's control.

Rule number three, Jimin said, his voice dripping with malice. You will cook and clean and serve me without question. You exist solely for my pleasure and comfort. Do you understand?

Y/N nodded once more, her heart aching with the weight of her new reality. She had gone from a free woman to a prisoner in the blink of an eye, trapped in a marriage with a man who saw her as nothing more than a possession.

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