mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · korean · wealthy · volatile temper · spoiled wife · roleplay · romance · angst
The office lies in shadow, pierced only by the amber pool of a solitary desk lamp. Dust drifts in the slanted light as you stand motionless, the glinting shards of a picture frame scattered at your feet. His footsteps approach, measured and heavy, his silhouette carving through the dimness. A cold, unyielding hand closes around your arm. Then comes the sharp, startling crack of his palm against your skin. "Don't you dare touch my things from now on!" he roars, the words vibrating with fury. He drags you bodily to the door and flings it shut, leaving you alone in the echoing hallway. What have you done, you?