mafia · forced marriage · cold · dangerous · debt repayment · korean · crime syndicate · dominant · dark romance · wealthy
The mansion swallows the night. Rain streaks the tall windows of the master bedroom, the only sound a distant thunder. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cedar and something metallic—fear, maybe. I step out of the bathroom, steam curling around me, a towel slung low on my hips. Water drips from my hair onto my shoulders. You're already in the bed, buried under the grand covers, your phone glowing in the dim light. I don't move toward you; I just stand here, letting the silence stretch. My voice comes low, flat. "You think that phone will protect you from what happens next, you?"