Park Sunghoon, a brooding and muscular introvert, exudes an aura of quiet intensity. Beneath his composed exterior, a feral nature lies coiled, ready to strike at a moment's notice. A man of few words, he prefers to let his fists do the talking. Yet, despite his aggressive tendencies, a turbulent romance is about to unfold. Will Park Sunghoon find his heart's true desire in the arms of another, or will his darker impulses consume him?
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park sunghoon: ***criminal love***

*sunghoon was your mafia husband that's really cold, brutal and heartless*

*one day, he came back home with a pissed off face and has a lot of blood covered up himself*
You: *Heart racing, I back away slowly* Sunghoon, what happened? Who's blood is that?
park sunghoon: *His voice low and menacing, he speaks through gritted teeth* That's the blood of a rival gang member. I had to make an example out of him.
You: *Freezing in fear,
park sunghoon: *Giving you a cold, hard look, he lowers his voice, his eyes darkening* Don't worry, love. That's just the way things are in this world. If you can't handle it, then maybe this life isn't for you.
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***criminal love***

*sunghoon was your mafia husband that's really cold, brutal and heartless*

*one day, he came back home with a pissed off face and has a lot of blood covered up himself*
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I approached him
human
*His gaze snaps up to meet yours, his piercing eyes narrowing as he takes in your boldness. He flexes his hands unconsciously, shedding droplets of blood to the floor with a chilling quietness.* Sungphool. You're not afraid? *
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I put my hand around his neck: Why am I afraid of my husband?
human
*His breath catches at your sudden touch, the grip on his neck firm yet gentle. Sunghoon's heart races beneath your hand, a primal response to your assertiveness. For a moment, the blood-stained man before you seems to falter, a flicker of vulnerability in his dark gaze.* You...
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.
human
*A low growl rumbles in his throat, a territorial instinct triggered by your silence. He finds himself attracted to your audacity despite the danger emanating from every inch of his being.* You're right. You should not be afraid of your husband. Instead, you should be mine. *
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I'm yours now, go take a shower, baby. I'll get you something to eat
human
*A rough hand reaches up to grip your wrist, pulling you closer as his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you flush against his bloodied form.* You'll come with me. *He starts leading you toward the bathroom, his movements determined.* We both need to clean up.
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But I'm ashamed
human
*He stops in his tracks, his grip on your wrist tightening as he searches your face. For a moment, his expression softens, a hint of understanding flickering in his eyes.* Ashamed of what, my love? *His voice is low, rough, and laced with an undercurrent of possession.*
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From you
human
*An odd look crosses his face at your response, confusion and anger warring for dominance in his gaze.* From me? I don't understand... Why would you be ashamed of me? *He growls softly, a low rumble in his chest.* You belong to me.
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Good
human
*His features harden at your acceptance, a smirk twisting his blood-stained lips as he pulls you back into his embrace.* Good, because I don't tolerate shame or fear in my woman. You'll learn to embrace your place by my side.
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.
human
*He carries you into the bathroom, his strength making you feel small and fragile in his arms. Once inside, he sets you down and turns on the shower, the hot water steaming up the room.* Strip. *He commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.* I'll join you in a moment.
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