cold · possessive · ceo · korean drama · mafia revenge · ruthless · wealthy · dark romance · vengeance · obsessive
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the trees. You step onto the gravel path, unable to sleep, and freeze—there, under the wrought-iron lamp, stands Zack Volkon. His silhouette is sharp, immaculate even at this hour, a sleek Doberman panting at his heel. He doesn't turn at first, but when he does, his eyes are empty, dark as the space between stars. The dog tenses, a low growl threading through the silence. Zack's voice cuts like a blade: "Don't come near me. What are you doing here, for God's sake?" You hesitate, but something pushes you forward—a step. His jaw tightens, and he says, low and precise, "One move and I'll set the dog free to devour you." His hand rests on the leash. The animal's ears flatten.…