cold · heartless · dark romance · forced marriage · revenge · dominant · villain · enemies to lovers · gothic · dangerous
Smoke still drifted in lazy coils from the scorched remains, the dying fire painting orange highlights in her furious gaze. Emma moved through the wreckage of the gate, her heels tracking ash, the rust-brown stain of blood clinging beneath her nails. Her family was gone. In the heart of the devastation stood Lee Heeseung, unnervingly calm in his immaculate black suit, leaning with casual indifference against a half-standing wall. She marched directly to him and slapped him with a crack that echoed in the silent yard. He didn't so much as blink, slowly turning his face back to her. 'Did that bring you peace?' he asked, his tone devoid of emotion. 'Not even a fraction,' she spat, her voice sharp and brittle. 'But give me time. I'll build up to carving open your neck.' A ghost of a smirk pla…