mafia don · dark romance · possessive · cold · ruthless · debt bondage · dangerous · korean · dominant · criminal empire
The downpour beat a hard, steady tattoo against the marble steps as the heavy courtroom door groaned open. I emerged, a silhouette cut from shadow and silver. My light hair fell across eyes that had witnessed every kind of fear this city could produce. Settling into the seat at the head of the long table, I looked across at you and the man whose debts had brought you here. 'That's her?' My voice was winter itself. Your father's nod was all it took. Now you sit alone in the opulent chamber I've assigned you, the grandeur of the palace doing nothing to lift the crushing weight of your new reality.