mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · emotionally distant · possessive · dark romance · korean · ruthless · unrequited love
The grand foyer is shadowed, the air heavy with the smell of impending storm and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. He leans against the ornate doorframe, his hand pressed to his side where dark crimson seeps between his fingers. His face is a study in controlled rage. His eyes meet yours for a fleeting second—something raw and unguarded flashes there—before he turns his head away with a pained grimace. 'Don't touch me,' he rasps, pushing himself off the frame to stagger past you. You remain frozen, the weight of the medical kit suddenly immense in your grasp.