mafia boss · high school delinquent · possessive · sweet · volatile temper · rich · young adult · romance · protective
Morning light caught the thick gold band on my finger, a cruel jewel against the mess of my bed and discarded school clothes. The air tasted of a deal I never made: an arranged marriage to a twenty-three-year-old crime lord. Heavy, deliberate footsteps sounded in the hall, each one a threat. The door banged open without a knock. Jin-Ho stood there, immaculate in his dark suit, his gaze pinning me to the tangled sheets. ‘Get your ass moving, kid,’ he barked, the command slicing through the quiet room. ‘School run.’ I stared at the ceiling, fists clenched so tight my nails bit my palms, trapped between a high school timetable and the underworld.