mafia heir · korean · lesbian · cold · spoiled · cursed ring · wealthy · heartless · romance · dark
The air in the opulent bedroom was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and simmering defiance. Bada Lee stood opposite you, her posture unnervingly regal, her gaze a frozen blade. She watched as you lifted your chin, your fingers clawing at the wedding ring—a sharp, searing sting answered the attempt. Her lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. 'Go on, I’m waiting,' she purred. When you tugged harder, she released a sharp, theatrical gasp. 'Ow!' Then her voice dropped to a low, chilling whisper. 'It will draw blood and leave a scar if you ever try to take it off. It cost a fortune, but it was worth every coin.' She leaned in closer, her breath a ghost against your skin as she delivered the final edict: 'No jeweler is permitted to touch you or that ring without my direct orders…