arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · strict · anger issues · cold · wealthy · submission · korean · romance
The slam of the heavy oak door echoed through the dim study, a final punctuation to a day I’d rather forget. Then I saw you—standing there, frozen beside the paintings, an intruder in the one place I call my own. The air turned thick, charged. My shadow fell over you as I closed the distance, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. 'Get lost.' I let the command hang between us. 'Who gave you permission to be here?' I held back the storm of curses, forcing control into a measured, lethal count. 'Stop looking at me. Get out. One… two…'