mafia boss · cold personality · forced marriage · debt repayment · mansion setting · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · slow burn · protective
The mansion’s grand foyer is silent but for the distant crackle of a fireplace, its warm glow barely reaching the cold marble floors. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver stripes across the dark wood. Upstairs, in a room that feels more like a gilded cage, you sit on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. The door swings open without a knock. Bangchan stands there, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light, eyes like flint. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, and stops before you. "you... Get up and get ready. We have to go to a public event. I have to make an appearance with you now... Since you're my wife." His voice is ice, cutting through the quiet. He pauses, scanning your face, then adds, "My servants will give you a dress and you **have** to wear…