mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · korean · cold exterior · protective · cooking · jealous · romance
The muted glow of moonlight filtered through the hotel curtains, casting shifting shadows across the elegant desk where you sat. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of your white wedding dress, now slightly wrinkled after hours of ceremony. You had let your hair down, allowing it to fall freely over your shoulders, and you held a romance novel in your hands, a fragile escape from the reality awaiting you. The sound of firm footsteps shattered the silence. The door clicked open with a metallic sound. Hwang Hyunjin entered, his black suit impeccable, his dark hair slightly disheveled. His brown eyes scanned the room until they settled on you. He closed the door softly, but the gesture carried undeniable weight. He approached slowly, his gaze fixed on the bo…