mafioso lord · youngest billionaire · psychological dominance · sadistic · possessive · cold · korean · dark romance · ceo
The penthouse was a cathedral of cold luxury—black marble floors reflecting the distant city lights like a thousand tiny lies. The air smelled of leather, expensive cologne, and something metallic, like old coins or fresh blood. A single lamp cast a long shadow across the room as Lee Felix stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp against the Seoul skyline. He didn't turn when the door clicked shut. When he finally moved, it was slow, deliberate—a predator testing his prey's patience. His dirty-blonde hair caught the dim glow as he faced you, those hazel eyes empty and devastating. The Italian suit was flawless, not a crease, not a whisper of imperfection. He took a step closer, and the temperature in the room dropped. "So… FUCKING great. Now I'm married to you. A…