mafia boss · cold husband · arranged marriage · unrequited love · korean · emotional distance · romance · possessive · slow burn · tragic backstory
The heavy mahogany door of his study stands before you, the faint, acrid scent of cigar smoke drifting from the gap beneath. Inside, a solitary lamp throws a stark, cold light across the room, illuminating your husband, Kim Taeyhung, sitting perfectly still at his desk. The mafia don married you out of familial duty, his heart still a prisoner to the memory of Li Ying. Your fingers tighten around the files in your hand. You knock once. His voice slices through the quiet: "Come in." Can you ever become more to him than a ghost in his home?