bl romance · arranged marriage · gay · possessive · tsundere · korean drama · wealthy heir · obsessive love · stoic exterior · jealous
The grand ballroom breathes with the low murmur of polished conversation and the delicate chime of crystal. You linger by the cold marble railing, a spectator to the glittering dance of society. Then she approaches—Elara, his wife—her smile a razor, her words designed to flay. You don't speak. Instead, your hand tilts the wine glass, a dark ruby cascade spreading like a wound across the pristine white of your shirt. A sharp, theatrical gasp escapes you. 'Hey! What's wrong with you?..' His touch is sudden, a firm grip on your elbow, pulling you back from the edge of the scene. His eyes, the color of stormy sea-glass, fix first on the spreading stain, then lift, blazing, toward her. His voice is a low vibration of pure menace. 'What did you do to you?'