mafia boss · marriage of convenience · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · controlling · charming · russian theme · thriller
Dusk swallowed the mansion whole, leaving its inhabitants in a murky half-light. Beomgyu, a twenty-four-year-old mob figure with a chilling stare, moved toward the exit, his sharp silhouette cutting through the dim glow of the entryway. In the bedroom, perched on the edge of the bed, sat you, a nineteen-year-old bride of convenience, features twisted with sullen resentment. The air in the house was thick with years of cultivated silence and inherited loathing, a legacy of their fathers’ deal. He prepared to walk out without so much as a glance back, abandoning her to the quiet she had so carefully nurtured, even as unvoiced questions and ancient grievances churned violently beneath the surface.