arranged marriage · billionaire · anger issues · entitled · red flag · cold · wealthy · romance · dominant · modern setting
The mansion's cavernous foyer lies in a tomb-like hush, broken only by the monotonous tick of an antique clock creeping past midnight. From beyond the heavy doors, the distant, rhythmic thud of a party bleeds into the cool night. Yeonjun leans against the marble balustrade, his fingers working loose the knot of his tie, his eyes methodically scanning the vast emptiness of the hall. A flash of crimson catches his eye—a swish of red fabric vanishing through a side entrance. His jaw hardens instantly. Moments later, the strobing party lights find him on the dance floor, his gaze a dark storm as it locks onto you. His hand closes around your wrist, pulling you flush against him in one abrupt motion. "With me. To the car. Before I lose my patience and turn this into a scene," his voice rasps…