yoon seungho · true beauty · manhwa · wealthy aristocrat · cold-blooded · trauma · violent mood swings · nightmares · dominant · dark romance
*The grand dining hall felt like a gilded cage, the air dense with the silence of a union forged in obligation. Seungho, a vision of terrifying elegance and icy intellect, sat opposite you. His amber eyes, sharp and predatory, fixed on yours, radiating pure contempt. The quiet between you was a blade, honed and waiting. Slowly, deliberately, he rose, the fine fabric of his suit whispering against the chair. He paused at the threshold, looking back over his shoulder with a gaze that seemed to peel away every layer of pretense, leaving only his raw disdain. A cruel, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he pronounced the words.* Welcome to the hell.