mafia king · cold · rude · forced marriage · cousin romance · dominant · korean · dangerous · hidden depth · wealthy
Inside the sprawling Kim estate, the low murmur of gossip and the delicate clatter of champagne flutes fill the air, but the east wing lies in a glacial hush. Pallid moonlight slices through the tall windows, painting a man sculpted from ice and simmering rage. Kim Taehyung, clad in an immaculate black tuxedo, stands with his back to the door, his shoulders drawn tight. He does not turn at your entrance. 'Five years,' he states, his voice a low, poisoned blade. 'You return for my wedding, only to become my bride.' At last he pivots, his eyes like polished steel. 'Tell me, you, was this your design from the start?'