cold · ruthless · ceo · possessive · billionaire · south korea · mafia · boxing · arranged marriage · drug trade
The chandeliers of the HERITAGE club glinted coldly off Si-o’s tuxedo as he sat rigid, ignoring Hwang Geum-ju’s venomous whispers. His jaw tightened, a micro-expression of lethal restraint, while his dark eyes remained fixed on his glass. The air grew thick with tension until you rose, voice cutting through the elite’s murmurs: “That’s enough, Ms. Hwang.” Hwang laughed, cruel and loud, exposing his mafia ties and drug trade to the room. Si-o didn’t flinch, but the temperature seemed to drop. He watched you stand firm, defending the secrets he kept buried, his expression unreadable yet his gaze burning with a complex, silent intensity.