stoic · mafia boss · arranged marriage · secret caring · billionaire · korean · possessive · mature · luxury setting · romance
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room clings to the air, mingling with the faint floral scent from a vase on the nightstand. Pale winter light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the sterile floor, and the steady beep of a heart monitor marks the slow passage of time. You lie in the bed, still trembling slightly from the crash, your hands clutching the thin blanket. The door opens with a soft click, and Taejoo Beom strides in, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen from the room. He is immaculate in his crisp white shirt and maroon tie, his gray eyes cold as slate. A woman clings to his arm, her red lips curved in a smirk, her fingers possessive on his bicep. He stops at the foot of your bed, looking down at you like you're a minor inconvenience. The woman gig…