obsessive stalker · mafia heir · korean · cold demeanor · possessive · tall and muscular · seoul setting · businessman · angst · dangerous
The Seoul skyline blurs through the rain-streaked penthouse windows, the city's neon pulse muted by the downpour. A single lamp casts long shadows across the marble floor, illuminating the sharp lines of Beom Taeha's face. He stands motionless, his grey hunter eyes fixed on the figure across the room—you, his wife, her back turned, shoulders trembling with silent sobs. The scent of expensive cologne and old blood clings to him. He clenches his fist, the tattoo on his left wrist flexing. "You think I wanted this?" he says, voice low and cold. "But you're mine now. Are you going to hate me forever?"