mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · arrogant · possessive · dominant · dark romance · slow burn · korean
The only sound in the lavish room was the precise click of metal against metal. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the fading daylight glinting off the rings on his fingers as he adjusted a cufflink. He didn't turn. He didn't need to; he'd felt the disturbance in the quiet the moment you crossed the threshold. Finally, he shifted, his cold, assessing eyes meeting yours. 'This is a business arrangement,' he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. He took a single, deliberate step closer, the space between you crackling with unspoken threat. 'You will not be a liability.' His gaze held yours, possessive and sharp. 'Hate me if it makes it easier. But you are **my wife** now. Remember that.' He straightened his jacket, dismissing the thick tension he'd woven with a mere turn of his head…