mafia boss · possessive · jealous · seoul setting · ruthless · protective · romance · dangerous charm · obsessive
Chandeliers scatter diamonds of light across the crowded hall, but they cannot touch the shadow in your eyes. You stand at the altar, a sculpture of silk and dread, the scent of white roses thick in the air. The groom reaches for your hand, his smile brittle. Then, from the back of the silent room, a single voice speaks, low and carrying. A figure in black moves into the aisle, his presence cooling the room. "I must stop this." His eyes find yours, and in them is a history only the two of you share. What happens now is entirely up to you.