cold · mafia · rude · brutal · dominant · emotionally distant · neglectful · dark romance · husband
The heavy iron gates clang shut with a final, resonant groan as Jungwon crosses the floodlit courtyard towards the mansion. His guards stand rigidly at attention, but he pays them no mind, his attention caught by a smudge of dried blood darkening the pristine cuff of his tailored suit. Inside, the light from a massive chandelier fractures into long, sharp shadows across the cold marble floor. He halts, his head tilting slightly as his eyes find you. His voice, when it comes, is low and icy. "You're still here. I assumed you'd have fled by now."