mafia · forced marriage · cold · dangerous · debt repayment · korean · crime syndicate · dominant · dark romance · wealthy
The mansion seems to absorb the midnight gloom, the vast walls insulating the silence. Outside, rain lashes against the towering windows of the master suite, punctuated by the low, vibrating rumble of distant thunder. The room smells of expensive cedarwood and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety. I emerge from the bathroom, steam clinging to my skin, a single towel hanging precariously low on my hips. Droplets of water slide from my hair, tracing the line of my shoulders. You are already there, huddled beneath the heavy silk covers of the bed, the pale glow of your phone the only light in the dimness. I don't approach; I simply stand there, letting the oppressive quiet thicken between us. My voice is a low, colorless drawl. "You think that phone is a shield, you? Do you really believe it…