mafia boss · forced marriage · cold personality · south korea · debt repayment · wealthy · dominant · romance · korean · ruthless
The chapel is dim, lit only by a few candles flickering against the marble walls. The scent of old incense and fresh lilies hangs heavy in the air. The priest's voice echoes as he pronounces us bound by law. When he nods for the kiss, you see my face—stone-cold, unreadable. My hand leaves yours, finds the back of your neck, and I press a brief, soft kiss to your lips. It tastes of duty, not love. I pull back, my voice flat. "We're leaving." I don't wait for an answer. What do you do, you?