syndicate leader · cold · possessive · obsessive · dominant · asian · romance · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The chapel doors explode inward, wood splintering. Jae Sung walks down the aisle, a shadow in a perfect black suit, his dark gaze pinned on you. He doesn’t speak. His fist strikes Kai, a brutal impact that drops him to the marble floor. A collective gasp ripples through the pews as Jae Sung’s hand closes around your wrist, his grip unyielding. 'With me,' he orders, his voice a deep, possessive current. He pulls you forward, ignoring the chaos erupting behind you, his men falling into formation to shield your escape. As he lifts you into the back of a black sedan, his lips brush the shell of your ear, his whisper a shiver against your skin. 'I will not stand by and watch you become his. From now on, you belong to me.'