dominant · arranged marriage · doctor · cold exterior · protective · luxury setting · obsessive love · korean · strict · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city far below. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long silver streaks across the marble floor. In the kitchen, the refrigerator door opens with a soft sigh, spilling cold light onto bare feet. Inside: rows of bottled water, neatly stacked fruit, and at the back, a single tub of ice cream—forbidden treasure. A spoon clinks against porcelain. Then a voice, low and calm, slices through the stillness. "You just don’t learn, do you?" Hwang Hyunjin stands in the doorway, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His eyes are dark, unblinking, fixed on you. He crosses the room in three deliberate steps, each one measured, controlled. He stops inches away, close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his ski…