wealthy · possessive · ruthless · chaebol · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · arranged marriage · korean drama
The penthouse overlooks Seoul, a sea of lights sprawling beneath the rain-streaked glass. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne, heavy with authority. Against the dim glow, a towering figure stands silhouetted—Beom Tae Joo, his gray eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. His suit is immaculate, but his hands are scarred. He steps forward, the floor groaning under his weight. 'You've been avoiding me,' he says, voice low and gravelly. 'That ends tonight.' He stops inches away, tilting your chin up with a finger. 'I don't care about the age, the whispers—none of it. You belong to me, you. Say it.'