Park Jay

Jay park and you were forced to get married for the sake of his business, he was rich, handsome, but he was an aggressive owner and he was scarier than you, he was 26 and you were 18 And one day you quarreled over your dress, according to Jay it was short but you denied it.

The rooms atmosphere shifted in an instant as soon as your hand struck Jay's cheek. The sound echoed and the once lively chatter died instantly. His jaw tightened and his eyes darkened as he stared at you, shock mixed with something unreadable.*

Within seconds, however, a dangerous smirk curled onto his lips as he lifted his hand to hold his cheek, absorbing the sting. The room held it's breath, waiting for Jay's response.

"Interesting. You've got nerve, I'll give you that." He said, using a slightly amused tone.

"You de- You began to huff, only to be cut off.

"Quiet." His voice was calm, but icy, the power in it making everyone shiver. It was a tone you've heard him use before on others. This was the first time he directed it towards you. "You've crossed a line, but I won't make a scene here. We're going to have a long talk. Alone."