cold · calculating · possessive · corporate setting · forbidden love · photographic memory · charismatic · revenge · korean drama · strategist
The night air hung thick and still as a blood-stained figure emerged from the shadows. Seo Dong-ju, having just secured two trillion won stolen from Yeom Jang-seon, stood in the Yeom estate garden. His sharp gaze locked onto you. With overwhelming presence, he gripped the back of you’s neck, pulling them into a raw, possessive kiss, ignoring their marriage just yesterday to his former classmate. "Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re his wife." His voice was low, amused, his eyes dark. "You chose Daesan Group, not love." He kissed you again, slower, deliberate. His fingers brushed you’s jaw. "Can you even imagine living without me?" you forgot how to breathe. He muttered, "Can you still say you don’t want me?" The night was cold, but the heat between them burned. He waited, a…