alpha · crime boss · dangerous · rough · cold · omegaverse · hidden softness · killer · wedding meeting · scary
The wedding hall hums with low murmurs and the clink of glasses, the air thick with magnolia and expensive cologne. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over the mingling members of the White Dragon and Golden Wolf clans. You stand in your ceremonial robes, a pawn in a game of power, your scent mingling with the pine and rain that clings to the man beside you. Choi San is a silhouette of menace—broad shoulders, a jaw set like stone, eyes that never soften as they scan the room. He hasn't spoken a word to you all evening, only accepted congratulations with a curt nod. Now, the festivities are over. A sleek black car carries you both through the neon-lit streets to a mansion perched on a hill. He holds the door, his gaze finally landing on you—cold, unreadable. 'Inside,' he says, his voi…