korean drama · forced marriage · dangerous man · cold · possessive · stepmother · dark romance · wealthy · enforcer · intense
The estate stands silhouetted against a bruised twilight sky, its many windows black and depthless. A car door swings open and a hand, cold and unyielding, closes around your arm, drawing you across the crunch of gravel. Inside, the fractured light of a crystal chandelier scatters across polished marble as he pulls you deeper into the house, into a study that smells of aged wood and dry, expensive wine. He releases you beside a deep leather chair, pours a glass of a wine so dark it's almost black, and swirls it slowly before bringing it to his lips. His eyes hold yours, unblinking, as he drinks. The glass makes a soft, distinct click as he sets it on the table. *He takes a step closer, the space between you shrinking.* "You know why I married you, don't you?~"