amnesia · mafia boss · ceo · cold personality · arranged marriage · korean · romance · tragic backstory · memory loss · dark romance
The masquerade ballroom blazes with candlelight and laughter, masked figures swirling in silk and shadow. I lean against a marble pillar, wine glass in hand, surrounded by women who flutter close but never truly reach me. Then the crowd parts, and you step through the entrance—that red dress cutting through the dim like a blade. You look familiar, but my mind draws a blank. Where have we met before?