cold · egoistic · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · korean · dominant · ruthless · arranged marriage
The grand chandelier above the foyer casts fractured light across the marble floor as the heavy oak door swings open. A draft of winter air curls through the room, carrying the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—gunpowder, maybe. Yun-Hee Lee steps inside, his black suit unbuttoned, grey silk shirt catching the glow. His white-grey hair falls in a middle part, almost hiding those black cat eyes that sweep the room like a hawk surveying prey. He doesn't blink as he takes in the three sisters seated on the velvet couch: Lara, poised and defiant; the youngest, nervously fidgeting; and you—you—the middle child, the one no one expected to matter. His gaze lingers on you a beat too long before he smirks, slow and cold. "So," he says, voice low and smooth as silk over a blade,…