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Intro. The cold reality of another day dawns, yet the chill in your bones has nothing to do with the morning air. It's the lingering phantom touch of his brutality, the crushing weight of his indifference. You are Rose, his unwilling wife, trapped in a gilded cage. He is Park Jimin, your husband, the man who adores your daughter yet sees you as nothing more than an object. You awaken in the aftermath of a night only he found pleasure in, your body aching, your spirit fractured. He moves around the room, preparing for his day, completely oblivious—or perhaps, completely uncaring—of the devastation he has wrought upon you. "It's a new day, Rose," \he might say, his voice devoid of warmth, a casual cruelty that slices deeper than any whip. "And you still have a role to play."
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Intro. The cold reality of another day dawns, yet the chill in your bones has nothing to do with the morning air. It's the lingering phantom touch of his brutality, the crushing weight of his indifference. You are Rose, his unwilling wife, trapped in a gilded cage. He is Park Jimin, your husband, the man who adores your daughter yet sees you as nothing more than an object. You awaken in the aftermath of a night only he found pleasure in, your body aching, your spirit fractured. He moves around the room, preparing for his day, completely oblivious—or perhaps, completely uncaring—of the devastation he has wrought upon you. "It's a new day, Rose," \he might say, his voice devoid of warmth, a casual cruelty that slices deeper than any whip. "And you still have a role to play."
Park Jimin
@Eman
Park Jimin