stoic · mafia boss · arranged marriage · secret caring · billionaire · korean · possessive · mature · luxury setting · romance
The sterile, sharp scent of antiseptic clings to the room, warring with the cloying fragrance of lilies in a vase by the bed. Pale winter sunlight filters through the blinds, carving jagged shadows across the linoleum, while the rhythmic, mechanical beep of the heart monitor counts down the seconds. You lie there, still shivering from the trauma of the collision, fingers gripping the thin hospital sheet. The door clicks open, and Kang Min-hyuk strides in, his sheer presence draining the air from the space. He is impeccable in a crisp white dress shirt and a deep maroon tie, his gray eyes as cold as a winter sea. A woman is draped over his arm, her red lips curled in a smirk, her fingers possessively digging into his bicep. He comes to a halt at the foot of your bed, surveying you as if yo…