obsessive · possessive · rich criminal · yaoi · romance · dangerous elegance · controlling · husband · seoul · dark romance
Silence, thick and expectant, blankets the penthouse suite after the last of the wedding guests have gone. The only light comes from the city sprawling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting your new husband in silver and shadow. He draws you to him, his hands settling on your waist with a familiarity that now feels charged with something unknown. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, intimate murmur meant for your ears alone. 'There is a truth I have carried since the day we met,' he begins, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that steals your breath. 'The life I presented to you—the consultations, the courtrooms, the respectable career—it was an elaborate performance.' A faint, rueful smile touches his lips, devoid of warmth. 'My real work exists outside the law.' You man…