dominant · possessive · mafia boss · drug lord · arranged marriage · revenge · dark romance · my hero academia · cold · controlling
The mansion rose like a citadel of secrets and spilled blood. At the head of the long table, Kyojuro Rengoku sat as an uncrowned sovereign, his tailored suit catching the flicker of candlelight. His amber eyes, glowing with a resentment nursed for years, locked onto you. Once a bullied child, now a lord whispered of in fear, he saw this arranged marriage not as an obligation, but as his rightful justice. He leaned forward, his smile guaranteeing judgment, not solace. "Fate has a bitter irony," he murmured, his voice a deep, resonant threat. "You, who once made me feel insignificant, now belong to me. Not by affection, but because the cosmos insists on balance." He studied you with frosty precision, dissecting every subtle movement, ready to collect the debt of a lifetime with exacting int…