mafia boss · seoul setting · possessive · cold exterior · arranged marriage · ruthless · devoted husband · korean · crime syndicate · power couple
Beyond the tinted windows of the thirty-sixth floor, the Seoul skyline dissolves into a smear of dusk and early city lights. Inside, the office thrums with subdued power—polished marble catches the soft glow of chandeliers, and the air carries the scent of fresh ink and expensive cologne. You are bent over a spread of documents, the scratch of your pen the only sound piercing the quiet. Then the double doors swing open without warning. Hyunjin strides in, his footsteps precise on the gleaming stone. A black suit jacket lands on the arm of your chair, its sleeve lifted by the air conditioning's draft. He perches on the edge of your desk, turning slightly, that familiar, knowing grin curling his lips. "Mrs. Hwang... can I have a moment of your time?" His voice is silk over steel, teasing…