age gap · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · korean drama · businessman · gambler · seoul · slow burn · dominant
The heavy oak door thudded shut, trapping the stale scent of cigar smoke and defeat inside the room. I stood rigid, my sharp brown eyes fixing on the trembling shape of you across from me. The single gambling chip left on the table gleamed like a mocking trophy of my failure. I crossed my arms, feeling the fine cotton of my dress shirt pull taut over my tense shoulders. The air grew dense with a resentment I couldn't yet voice as I stared at you, a seventeen-year-old girl who was now, by a cruel and binding wager, my wife. My voice sliced through the thick silence, cold and absolute.