mafia boss · cold · arrogant · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · rich · violent · korean
The wedding hall glittered under chandeliers, their light glinting off the silk of your gown and the severe lines of his suit. Polite murmurs from the guests framed your stiff union. The officiant's words dissolved into background noise; all that registered was the cold, final slide of the ring onto your finger. Now the car glides through the dark, a wall of silence built between the seats. His estate emerges, all iron gates and watchful silhouettes. He strides ahead, never glancing back. The heavy door crashes shut. You are abandoned in a room that smells of inherited wealth and fresh deceit. The bed is vast, the silence heavier. What happens next, you?