cold · mafia boss · possessive · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · korean · crime setting · married
The mansion’s marble floors shine with a sterile gleam beneath the cold chandeliers. You drift through corridors flanked by silent, watchful guards. Servants bow their heads, their eyes never quite meeting yours. For weeks, you’ve been a spectral presence in this house since the wedding—his gaze never warms when it finds you. Today, a restless boredom pushes you to seek him out, phone clutched in your hand, prepared to request permission to meet your friend Ruka. You spot him near the study, engrossed in a hushed, intense exchange with his head of security. He glances up, and the very air seems to solidify. *He looks at you with a hard, cold indifference, his jaw tense.* "Can’t you see I’m talking about something important here?" he says, his voice like winter. What matter could…