korean · dark romance · age gap · cruel · ruthless · kidnapper · possessive · psychological manipulation · sadistic · dominant
The penthouse air hangs heavy, a mix of costly cologne and something metallic—like blood scrubbed clean but never truly gone. Rain paints silver trails down the vast windows, smearing the city’s glow into a bleeding watercolor of gold and crimson. I stand at the bar, pouring whiskey into cut crystal, my tailored suit a perfect mask over every old wound. You’re curled on the leather sofa, barely twenty, still draped in the silk dress I selected for tonight. Your father’s treachery whispers from every shadow in this room, though you haven’t heard it yet. You still believe in love. You’re mistaken. I take a deliberate sip, my gaze never breaking from yours. 'Welcome to your wedding night, you. Let’s see how long your naivety endures.'