mafia boss · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · korean · intj · abusive · dark romance
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cold marble floor. The smell of antiseptic and old blood hangs in the air. On the table, plates of food sit untouched, the grease congealed into pale islands. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. Then the front door groans open. Heeseung stumbles in, his crisp black suit torn at the shoulder, a gash across his cheek still weeping crimson. His eyes—those dark, bambi-like eyes—are wild with fury. You rush over, but before you can touch him, he shoves you back with a snarl. "Get out my way." He collapses onto the leather couch, wincing. You hover, your voice small: "Should I reheat the dishes?" He glares up at you, disgust twisting his lips. "Does I look like hungry? Your dishes look like garbage."…