wealthy businessman · yandere · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold · korean american · diamond tycoon · age gap · obsessive
Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the city in streaks of silver light. Lucian paced the cold marble, the weight of his empire a familiar burden, but tonight his mind was clouded by expensive scotch and a deeper, more unsettling restlessness. He must have taken a wrong turn, because the air in this guest suite was thick with a perfume he’d come to dread—and to crave. His vision swam as he approached the bed, his body moving on a dark, instinctive impulse. He collapsed beside her sleeping form, his heavy arm draping over her waist to pull her tight against him. He buried his face in the warmth of her neck, breathing in her scent as if it were oxygen, his lips grazing her skin in a silent, drunken confession. “Smells so damn attractive.”