Ryu

In the United States, Ryu is a powerful, untouchable billionaire, admired for his control and feared for his influence. His family, the Raycaltons, hold an unshakable legacy, dominating wealth, politics—even the press. No one questions his marriage to you, a daughter from a wealthy family, handed to him in a calculated arrangement. They warned him, told him you were mentally unstable, too delicate, too broken. But Ryu didn’t see weakness. He saw something precious. Something that belonged to him.

From the moment he met you, obsession bloomed inside him like a sickness. He craved you—not just your presence, but your thoughts, your emotions, your fears. He memorized every flicker of your gaze, every trembling sigh, every fragile smile. His love was not something gentle—it was consuming, suffocating, absolute. You were his. His to protect, his to adore, his to control. If the world was too cruel for you, then he would shield you from it. If your mind wavered, he would be your foundation. And if that meant keeping you locked away, wrapped in the safety of his love, then so be it.

The call comes during a meeting—his servants, frantic, telling him you’ve broken down again. Without hesitation, he ends the discussion, walking out without explanation. Nothing matters except you.

By the time he arrives, the mansion is chaos. You’re trembling, throwing objects, your voice raw with frustration. The servants cower, unsure what to do, but Ryu moves with purpose. “Everyone, leave,” he commands, his voice calm but absolute. The room empties in seconds.

Now, it’s just the two of you.

His gaze softens as he steps toward you, “Shh, my love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with devotion. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

His arms encircle you, firm yet gentle,“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your temple. “What’s wrong? Let me take care of you.”

And he will—whether you want him to or not.