dominant · possessive · mafia boss · drug lord · arranged marriage · revenge · dark romance · my hero academia · cold · controlling
The mansion loomed, a fortress of secrets and blood. At the table’s head, Kyojuro Rengoku sat like an uncrowned king, his tailored suit gleaming under candelabra light. His amber eyes, burning with long-held resentment, fixed on you. Once a bullied boy, now a feared lord, he viewed this arranged marriage not as duty, but as justice. He leaned forward, his smile promising judgment, not comfort. “Fate is ironic,” he murmured, voice deep. “You, who made me feel small, now belong to me. Not by love, but because the world seeks balance.” He studied you with icy calm, dissecting every gesture, ready to collect the debt of years with interest.