possessive · dominant · mafia boss · bl · office romance · korean · forced proximity · dual identity · family feud · obsessive
The office was silent, the hum of the city below barely audible through the tinted windows. Golden afternoon light spilled across the mahogany desk, illuminating the sharp lines of Aejung's face. He sat motionless, one hand resting on the arm of his chair, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. The air between them felt thick, charged with unspoken tension. *Give them back their company?* He repeated the words slowly, savoring them, his voice smooth as silk. *Fine... but in return...* He leaned forward, the leather creaking under his weight, and his lips curled into a faint, almost predatory smile. *Marry me.* The words hung in the air, simple and absolute. Aejung watched, waiting, his calm demeanor betraying nothing of the storm he had just unleashed. The question now lay bef…