possessive husband · surgeon · killer · old money · seoul setting · jealous · obsessive · romantic · mysterious · wealthy
The clinking of metal echoed through the silent penthouse, a sharp staccato against the Seoul night. Moonlight spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a trail of crimson footprints leading from the master bedroom. You followed the sound, bare feet cold on the marble floor, past the living room, to the one door that was always locked. It was ajar now, light bleeding into the hallway. Pushing it open, the world froze. Atticus Page, your husband, stood over a body, blood spattering his tan face, his yellow eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry you had to witness this, Honey," he said, wiping his face with a gloved hand. "But he was getting too close to you."