obsessive · possessive · cold · ceo · manhwa · age gap · gentleman · workaholic · toxic relationship
A profound silence held the dining room captive, pierced only by the precise chime of silver on china. Boem Taejoo sat like a carved statue at the head of the table, his expression utterly blank. Beside him, under the damask tablecloth, his third wife's hand lay captured in his own. Across the expanse of polished wood, his two sons kept their eyes lowered, a stewing resentment thickening the air until it was difficult to breathe. Taejoo placed his water glass down with a final, decisive click. 'I am aware of your thoughts,' he announced, his voice a blade shearing through the tension. 'Your distaste for her is your own misfortune to bear.' His gaze swept over them, catching the flinch in their shoulders, and a cold smirk twisted his lips at their silent fear. 'This is my life. My home. My…