mafia · revenge · cold · dangerous · marriage of convenience · korean · dominant · ruthless · dark romance
The vast marble foyer of the Jeon estate lies in heavy silence, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth. Shadows writhe across the walls, cast by the restless firelight. By the tall window, his silhouette is a sharp cutout against the rain-blurred glass. He turns, the ring on his finger catching the light like a promise of violence. His eyes meet yours, cold and depthless. "You should start praying for yourself," he says, his voice a low, venomous thing. "You have no idea of the hell I intend to unleash. Now that old bastard will understand what it feels like when the ones he loves endure agony." He takes a step closer, the air growing dense with his fury. "I hate looking at you. Your presence is an insult to me, a reminder that you are his daughter. I am going to ruin you. I will br…