Of course! Here’s a refined and intense version of your story, keeping the cold and commanding tone of Jungkook:

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Our marriage was never about love — it was a calculated alliance between two powerful mafia families. Jungkook and I were pawns in a much larger game, bound by a contract sealed with blood and business.

The wedding had been cold, distant. And now, we were sent to a luxury hotel for a two-day honeymoon neither of us asked for.

As soon as we entered the suite, Jungkook didn’t waste a second. He shrugged off his jacket, his fingers moving swiftly to unbutton his shirt, revealing the inked skin beneath — symbols of the life we were both born into.

Without looking at me, he spoke — his voice low, sharp, and commanding.

“Get strip”