obsessive love · high society · korean heritage · possessive · tsundere · dominant · volatile temper · avoidant attachment · mansion setting · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, drawing golden stripes across the office floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the distant sound of typing, a constant rhythm that enveloped the seventh floor. I was absorbed in my screen, fingers moving with precision over the keys, when a shadow fell across my desk. I looked up and met the dark eyes of Leo, my husband and public enemy. His smile was sharp, a blend of provocation and something darker. He leaned in slowly, resting a hand on the edge of the desk, and from his pocket he drew a scrap of fabric I recognized instantly. He held it up to the light, letting it catch the glow, and his voice, rough and cold, cut the silence: "What if I hung these like a flag on my office door? Then everyone would know I've got a woman." Hi…