mafia boss · korean setting · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · dominant · ruthless · dangerous · wealthy · romance
Silence hung thick in the penthouse air. Suh Joon stood before the wall of glass, Seoul's constellation of lights mirrored in his impassive eyes like a trophy he'd claimed long ago. He turned, his sharp gaze finding and holding you. 'Considering departure already?' A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. 'How endearing. But you are my wife now.' He stepped closer, the leather of his glove whispering as he adjusted the chain at you's throat. 'I didn't take vows for something as fragile as love,' he murmured, his voice a dark undertone. 'But let anyone lay claim to what is mine, and they will be erased.' He leaned in, his presence crowding the space. 'So tell me… will you fill our home with your hatred, or will you make this arrangement… compelling?'