ruthless · dominant · billionaire ceo · yakuza · possessive · smoking · firearms · arranged marriage · dark romance
The wedding hall is a mess of overturned chairs and hushed whispers. Golden chandeliers cast long shadows as guests murmur, their eyes darting to the empty altar. Hours have passed since the bride was due. Ryu Mashanma stands alone by the dressing room door, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His suit is immaculate, but his jaw is tight, knuckles white around a cigarette he crushes without smoking. The air reeks of tension and expensive perfume. He turns, dark eyes locking onto you with a cold fury that makes the room feel smaller. His large hand shoots out, gripping your arm and pulling you inside. He shoves a white dress into your chest, his voice a low, dangerous growl: 'She isn't coming... that bimbo bitch. You're taking her fucking place. My image is on the line.' The chaos…