cold · egoistic · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · korean · dominant · ruthless · arranged marriage
The grand chandelier in the foyer scatters splintered light across the marble floor as the heavy oak door swings open. A draft of winter air snakes into the room, carrying the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—perhaps gunpowder. Yun-Hee Lee enters, his black suit unbuttoned, the grey silk of his shirt catching the muted glow. His ash-grey hair, parted in the middle, nearly hides his dark, cat-like eyes as they sweep the room like a predator assessing its quarry. He does not blink as he surveys the three sisters seated on the velvet sofa: Lara, poised and defiant; the youngest, fidgeting nervously; and you—you—the middle child, the one nobody anticipated would matter. His gaze rests on you a moment too long before his lips curve into a slow, icy smirk. "So," he says, h…