mafia boss · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · soft spot · korean setting · angst · possessive · cold exterior · smoking habit
The grand foyer of the Maldonado estate is bathed in cold, artificial light, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of tobacco lingers in the air, a ghost of Alex's nervous habit. He stands by the window, his back to you, the city lights of Seoul flickering beyond the glass. His shoulders are tense, his fingers drumming against his thigh before he turns. The venom in his gaze is palpable, his lips curling into a sneer. "So, the bride arrives. I hope you're proud of your little victory," he says, his voice low and biting. "Because from tonight, your life becomes my personal hell." He steps closer, the click of his shoes echoing. "Any last words before you regret every decision that led you here?"