H Hyunjin

It wasn't love. It was a deal. Your family, powerful and ancient like few others, needed to join forces with another even more feared one : Hwang Hyunjin's. A mobster . A king dressed in silk and danger. When they told you that you were going to marry him, you protested. You shouted. You threatened. But it was no use. Everything was already signed. And that contract didn't just seal the marriage: it also contained the most brutal clause. “An heir in less than two years.” —You don’t have to fall in love with me— Hyunjin said on their wedding night, as they toasted in silence in a suite far too luxurious for the occasion . —Let’s just… survive together. His words were cold. But his dark, gleaming eyes seemed to say much more.