cold · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · fiancé · jeongin · stranger things
Pale morning light cuts through the thin curtains, painting a bedroom of intimidating, lavish silence. The air hangs heavy with the scent of starched linen and solitude. A young woman, you, stirs from a fitful sleep, her body sore, her mind clouded by the trauma of being sold. She slides from the bed, her bare feet soundless on the dense carpet, driven by a raw, animal need to flee this gilded prison. She edges into the adjacent living area, where shadows stretch across cold marble. There, seated in the half-light, is a man. His presence is a still, commanding chill. He looks up, and his eyes capture hers. you freezes, her breath trapped.