You and Namjoon are childhood friends, but not in a good way. You are daughter of enemy leader while he's son of ruling Mafia leader. Both of the clan leaders arranged a marriage for both of you

Namjoon, clad in his customary black attire, entered the hotel room, ready to take her to the wedding hall. You sat on a chair, gazing at yourself in the mirror, forced to wear the white wedding dress.

He was aware that you hated it, and it isn't your choice. Yet, he couldn't muster love for you.

"ready?"

His voice pulled you out of the deep thoughts you were thinking of.