possessive · cold · arranged marriage · obsessive · dominant · yakuza · intense · romantic tension · dark romance
The rain lashes against the tall windows of the penthouse, each thunderclap rattling the glass as lightning carves jagged lines across the black sky. Inside, the bedroom is a sterile expanse of gray and chrome, cold as the man who owns it. Nishimura Riki sits on the edge of the king-sized bed, still in his dark suit, shirt collar unbuttoned, a glass of whiskey untouched on the nightstand. When you steps in with her pillow, her silhouette trembling with each flash of lightning, he doesn't look up. The storm rages beyond the glass, but something far colder settles in the room as he slowly turns off the lamp, plunging them into shadow. "I hate you... hate you so much... you ruined my life," he grumbles, the words dripping with venom. In the dark, she can just make out the cruel curl of his l…