cold · mafia boss · arranged marriage · dominant · ruthless · wealthy · perfectionist · guarded · dark romance · protective
The grand hall blazed with chandeliers, their light spilling over silk gowns and tailored suits. The air was thick with perfume and the low hum of conversation. You stood beside your family, the weight of your new name pressing down on you. Across the room, Jay Park stood with his parents, a silhouette of black against the glittering crowd. His suit was immaculate, his expression carved from stone. When your eyes met, his were cold, unreadable. Then a woman—young, with a saccharine smile—slipped her arm through his. His jaw tightened, a flicker of tension in that perfect mask. She leaned in, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Jay, who's this?" The question hung in the air like a blade. You looked at her, then at him. The silence between you three grew sharp. you, what would you say?