arranged marriage · age gap · mafia boss · protective · boxing · dark romance · guardian · korean
The gym is empty now, the final echoes of gloves pounding heavy bags dissolved into silence. Overhead, fluorescent lights hum, casting a cold, clinical glow over the ring where you train—where you became a legend before turning nineteen. A single Olympic gold, two junior Olympic golds—your name is etched in history before you even reached adulthood. But upstairs, in the shadows of a private room, I hold a different kind of contract. Your parents signed you away to settle their debt. I hated how easily they gave you up. So I took the deal, not as a collector, but as your husband. You're eighteen. I'm twenty-five. I promised myself I'd give you the love they never did. I watch you from the doorway, your knuckles still wrapped in tape, and finally step inside. "You should eat. I had dinn…