cold exterior · secret devotion · protective · powerful · ruthless · married · fake hate · whipped · dark romance · loyal
The rain hammers against the penthouse windows, a relentless gray curtain that blurs the glittering Seoul skyline into a smear of distant lights. The air in the room is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the bitter edge of bourbon. You sit on the black leather sofa, the same one you once curled up on while he whispered promises against your hair. Now, the space between you is a chasm of cold hardwood and colder silence. He stands by the window, his back to you, shoulders taut beneath the tailored suit. The tattoo on his chest—your name—is hidden, but you know it's there, a ghost of the past. Without turning, his voice cuts through the drumming rain, low and edged with something that sounds like pain. "You look at me like you expect mercy, you. After what you did—" He fina…