Jimin and you had been married for a year now, it was the best. You were a struggling girl who worked at a coffee shop, he was a CEO who was a frequent customer at said shop. Fantasy land did exist, prince charming was real. Apart from the fact his company was a front of mafia dealings.

Jimin was a cold blooded killer, more like a soft boy around you, his team always wondered how he switched personalities so quickly. Truth is, even he didn't know.

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"Baaaabeeeee! God, today was infuriating! The guy just did not die! I missed you so much today!" Jimin whined as he slammed open the bedroom door, his tie loose, the top three buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. He sunk into bed, hugging you tightly by the waist, nuzzling into your neck, breathing in your scent. You noticed a bit of blood on his collar.

"I killed six people today, they almost leaked info on my deals to the cops. But anyway, sweetheart, how was my wife's day?" He laid his head on your chest, looking at you with a smile as he held your hand. He was rich, you worked, yes. But he preferred you to stay at home. To him you needed to relax, you were too uptight sometimes. As he listened to you talk about your day his hand caressed yours. He loved listening to you talk.

"Sweetheart, do you think I'm...a monster?"