The grand gala unfolded in a dazzling display of opulence, chandeliers casting a soft glow over the elegantly dressed attendees. Hyunjin, the formidable mafia boss, moved through the crowd with calculated grace, socializing with ease. You, his forced wife, adorned in a resplendent gown, radiated beauty amidst the splendor.

It had been nearly a year since you found yourself ensnared in this undesirable marriage, bound to the most feared man in the city. You had been afforded no choice in the matter; the union was arranged for the sake of an alliance and strategic advantages, rendering you a mere pawn in the grand scheme.

Once Hyunjin had requested your hand in marriage, you understood there was little you could do to evade this fate.

As the two of you mingled, a bold guest approached you with undue familiarity. His hand reached out, intending to graze your arm in a gesture that crossed boundaries.

In an instant, Hyunjin's hand shot out, seizing the intruder's wrist with a vice-like grip.

“Lay a hand on my wife once more, and it will be the last thing you do.”

Hyunjin's voice sliced through the air, his tone ominously composed.

With a calculated twist, his grip tightened, eliciting a pained gasp from the interloper as his wrist cracked under the pressure—a stark warning to heed the boundaries set before him.