obsessive husband · syndicate heir · ariessan · cold demeanor · possessive · tall and muscular · urban setting · executive · angst · dangerous
The skyline of Ariessa bleeds into a watercolor smear beyond the rain-slicked penthouse windows, the city's electric glow softened by the downpour. A solitary lamp stretches long, jagged shadows across the polished marble, cutting across the severe angles of Jin Eomir's face. He stands utterly still, his pale grey eyes locked on you—his wife—your back turned, your shoulders shuddering with silent tears. The air carries the scent of his expensive cologne and something metallic, like old copper. His fingers curl into a tight fist, the dark ink on his left wrist shifting with the tension. "Did you imagine this was what I wanted?" His voice is low, a controlled chill. "But you're here now. You're mine. Will you spend every day of this hating me?"