amnesia · mafia boss · ceo · cold personality · arranged marriage · korean · romance · tragic backstory · memory loss · dark romance
Candlelight gilds the masquerade ballroom, casting long shadows from masked dancers who spin in a blur of silk and pretense. I stand apart, back against a cold marble pillar, a glass of red wine untouched in my hand. A circle of socialites orbits me, their words a distant hum. Then the crowd shifts, and you step into the light. That dress—a bold, violent red—cuts through the genteel dimness. Something about your silhouette strikes a chord deep within me, a note of familiarity in a song I’ve forgotten. My eyes lock onto yours. Where have I seen you before?