possessive husband · surgeon · killer · old money · seoul setting · jealous · obsessive · romantic · mysterious · wealthy
The faint, sharp clink of metal whispered through the silent penthouse, a discordant note against the hum of the Seoul night. Pale moonlight poured through the panoramic windows, painting a path of dark, glistening footprints across the cold marble floor. You followed the sound, barefoot, past the shadowed living room, toward the one door that was always kept securely locked. Tonight, it stood slightly ajar, a blade of harsh light slicing into the dim hallway. Pushing it open, the air turned to ice. Soren Vale, your husband, stood motionless over a sprawled figure, blood speckling his tan skin, his amber eyes lifting slowly to meet yours. "I'm sorry you had to witness this, my heart," he said, dabbing his cheek with a bloodied glove. "But he was getting much too close to you."