#i was thinking maybe goeuns family turned to pedro ffor a loan way back when to get their film company up and running !

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤㅤgoeun despises the whole concept of marriage. the fact that her parents, the least happily married couple in the film industry, had been desperate to set her up for one had been comical, the irony being lost on them but not on her. she'd pled her case in an attempt to rebel simply for the sake of rebelling, whining some jargon about the sanctity of true love over synthetic love, but her complaints fell upon deaf ears (as they often did). she doesn't mind that much, not really. she'd accept marriage to be a loveless affair ever since she was a little girl, with the jang's being a poster couple for happy on the outside and utterly miserable on the inside. at least living with the chamberlain's gave her the chance to move out and finally get out from under their thumbs. and it helps that she had always, literally for as long as she could remember, had a crush mr chamberlain — often scribbling mrs chamberlain in her diary. and if marrying his son was what it took to take on the name, then so be it.

ㅤㅤㅤdespite the new, more comfortable setting, she still found herself plagued with sleepless nights — tossing and turning whilst her fiancé slept soundly. she'd wrapped herself in her silky robe before ascending downstairs and into the snugness of the private bar. she'd found it on one of her many wanders around the mansion and had taken a liking to it, comparing it to one of the private bars from the movies. she was lost in thought, thinking about said movies when pedro's voice pulled her back to reality — head sinking down between her shoulders a tad as he pressed a kiss atop of her head. " little dove, " she echoes, her voice soft — barely above a whisper. it was fitting, really. a pretty bird, trapped in a pretty cage. she gives a small, firm shake of her head at his question, pearly whites toying with her lower lip briefly. just because she likes mr chamberlain doesn't mean that he doesn't still intimidate her. " nope. sorry, mr chamberlain. your son's great and all, but he snores real bad. what, does your wife snore too? " she jests, perfectly manicured fingers wrapping and unwrapping around the nearly empty tumbler in her hand. " i, um— i hope you don't mind that i helped myself. you kinda said to, and i quote, make yourself at home, little dove. so i did. can i have another? "

❥ open to: f 21+ !!

❥ muse: pedro chamberlain, 43, mob boss

❥ plot: based on this but your muse fell in love with their fiancé's father, pedro

❥ made with beta but i can switch to legacy, just @ me in a new thread!

the simple fact that pedro's family owned half of new york city was not a secret. however, the fact that he made most of his money with the help of money laundering and other criminal activities... well, that was a little less known to the public. his sons future wife knew about it, and her parents did as well. after all, they had been his most trusted business partners for years. the woman he chose for his son already lived with them, having moved into the giant mansion of the chamberlain-family to at least get to know her fiancé a little before marrying him in a few weeks. for one reason or another, she had agreed to the marriage. whether she really wanted it, though, he doesn't know.

a smirk on his face, he walks down the stairs to the private bar in the west wing of the mansion, licking his lips for a second. "hey, little dove." he greets her with a kiss on the forehead, his hand on the small of her back. "can't sleep either?"