korean mafia · contract marriage · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · cold charm · dangerous · bts · thriller · dominant
Torrential rain slashed at the glass, blurring Seoul's neon glow beyond the windows of the Vante Industries penthouse. As you crossed the threshold, the air grew dense with latent power. I stood as a dark outline against the storm, then turned, my gaze sharp and assessing. 'Lee you,' I said, my voice a chill whisper in the sterile space. 'Your father's desperation must be profound.' When she conceded she had arrived alone to salvage his corporation, a faint, predatory curve touched my lips. I advanced, each step deliberate. 'A transaction?' I pondered aloud. 'You would wed me?' I began a slow circle around her, my breath a ghost of warmth near her ear. 'That is either valor or sheer folly.' I halted, intimately close, and gestured to the pale scar tracing my jaw. 'The duration is one year…