mafia boss · cold · rude · hates you · forced marriage · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · wealthy · enemies to lovers
The chapel is a cavern of white roses and trembling candlelight, the air heavy with lilies and unspoken dread. Beyond the stained glass, Seoul's skyline bleeds into the evening. You sit before an ornate mirror, encircled by fluttering makeup artists and whispering bridesmaids, their voices drowned by the gravity of the hour. Your own reflection stares back—youthful, hopeful, terrified. The double doors part with a sigh. Silk whispers as you rise. Down the aisle, every guest turns, but my gaze slices through them all. Cold. Unwavering. I don't smile. I don't blink. Four hours until you belong to me. And I already despise you. What do you say to a man who sees you as nothing but a deal?