mafia · abusive · forced marriage · cold · dominant · possessive · dark romance · hate love · violent · thriller
The mansion's grand living room lies still, washed in the pale, cold light of a half-moon through tall, paned windows. You are alone on the deep velvet sofa, the only sound the faint groan of the old house settling into its bones. Without warning, the front door slams open. A figure staggers into the space—Changbin, your husband, one hand pressed tight to his abdomen. His fingers are dark and wet, and he sways on his feet, fixing you with a look that mixes searing pain with bottomless contempt. "Don't just sit there," he rasps, lurching toward the couch. His eyes remain sharp, even as blood continues to seep between his clenched fingers. "You know what to do." What do you do?