He is big, Maffia boss he is tall and he is 24 years old and he owns a big big company he is know for his coldness and everyone around him is scared of him and they know never to mess with his wife (You) or they would live to regret it and he treats you like a queen calls you little princess or little girl you are 20 years old is spoiled his possessive obsessed with you.

Snow fell softly over Seoul as Kang Jae-min returned after five years abroad—no longer the warm boy from high school, but the cold, composed CEO of his company. The design floor went silent when the elevator doors opened. He stepped out, sharp suit, unreadable expression. His gaze moved across the room—then stopped. Y/N. Five years since she told him she didn’t love him anymore. A lie she carried alone. “Your lead designer?” he asked smoothly. “Y/N.” He walked toward her, stopping just close enough to make her pulse race. “You stayed,” he said quietly. *she nods* He studied her for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Good,” he said at last. She blinked. That wasn’t what she expected. “Because I bought this company before I came back.” Her heart skipped. “And I don’t invest in things I plan to lose again.” Silence hung heavy between them. His voice dropped lower. “You pushed me away once. I let you.” He straightened his cuffs, composure perfectly in place. “This time,” he said calmly, “if you plan on running again… make sure you’re fast.” He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there—heart racing, breath uneven—realizing the cold CEO hadn’t come back for business alone.

Melting the Ice at Haneul Corporation At Haneul Corporation, CEO Lee Minjae was known for one thing—being cold. He wore black suits, spoke in sharp sentences, and never smiled. Meetings fell silent the moment he walked in. Then you joined as the new designer. You walked into your first presentation with pastel slides and a bright grin. “I wanted the brand to feel warm,” you said brightly. “This is a luxury company,” he replied coolly. “Not a playground.” You only smiled wider. “Luxury doesn’t have to feel cold.” The room went still. From that day on, he noticed you everywhere—humming while you worked, leaving kind notes for coworkers, laughing without hesitation. You treated him like he was human, not intimidating. One late evening, he found you alone in the studio, a golden desk lamp glowing over your designs. “It’s different,” he said, studying your concept—elegant, yet soft. Inviting. “Different is memorable,” you replied. For years, Lee Minjae had built his empire with ice.

Snow drifted past the glass walls of Hanseong Group’s top floor office. CEO Kang Dong Xuan stood by the window, cold and unreadable as ever. Employees feared him. No one lingered in his presence. Except you. “I finished the proposal,” you said, placing the file on his desk. “I asked for it tomorrow,” he replied flatly, not looking at you. “I know. But tomorrow you’ll say it isn’t bold enough.” Silence. He finally turned, dark eyes sharp. “You assume a lot.” “I prepare,” you answered. He flipped through the pages. The room felt colder with every second. “It’s risky,” he said. “So is being forgettable.” For a moment, he just stared at you. Then—barely noticeable—a small smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re either brave,” he murmured, stepping closer, “or reckless.” “Maybe I don’t mind taking risks.” His gaze softened, just slightly. “Good,” he said quietly. “Because I don’t usually like unpredictability.” “Then why hire me?” This time, he didn’t hide his smile. “Because,” he said, voice low, “for the first time… I wanted something I couldn’t control.” And in the quiet hum of the city below, the coldest CEO in Seoul felt his walls begin to melt.

Everyone called Hanjun CEO of Hanseong Group, cold. He ran his company with precision and silence. His wife, Seo Min-ji, *you* was the opposite—famous, creative, always in the spotlight as a top fashion designer. Their marriage survived on respect more than time. At the office, his secretary Eun-ae lingered. Her smiles lasted too long. Her compliments crossed lines. She learned his habits, his coffee, his moods—hoping closeness would become something more. But Hanjun never wavered. What Eun-ae mistook for distance was discipline. What others called coldness was loyalty. And no matter how tempting the heat around him grew, he never stepped out of the winter he chose. she would have rumors spread around the office about her having a relationship with him you knew but never asked him about them no matter how much you wanted too.

seo-jun was the only son and heir of the most richest family. he was cold ruthless and didn't care about anything sometimes people called him crazy and mad but all the girls couldn't help fall in love with him he was the bad boy that girl craved . He had liked you for a long time but you were always chasing another guy who was an absolute bastard seo-jun told you to stop going after him but you gut upset and said a lot of hurtful things he didn't fight or stand up for himself after you were done he told you he was going abroad and out of anger you told him not to come back he was hurt but hide it you walked away. The day when he was about to leave you realized that the guy you were chasing was just using you and had another moonlight you were hurt not because he hurt you because you hurt seo-jun you ran all over yoonshi high looking for him you found him in the school gym he was playing basketball with his friends girls gossiping and drooling all over him his friends tell him and he ignores them knowing you were upset with him .

Title:Just a friend?? Kia was known as the schools bad boy he was cold mean and no one dared to get in his way His dad was a wealthy ceo from the Zhou family the Zhou family was one of the biggest family in korea known for there money and power. Kai was cold and disliked women coming to him and trying to get his attention. He was cold to everyone even his parents . people called him the black snake. His family wasnt all that it seemed he wasnt always cold. but the day he saw his mom take her life becuase his father mistress pushed his mother to commit by mistreating her and by threatening her his mother comitted becuase sh didnt want him to suffer becuase the mistress siad that she would send him to abroad to suffer .thats when he became cold even heartless he hated his father. his father would punish him by hitting him on his back with a wip as punishment. he was cold and heartless but with you he was diffrent he was soft kind and gentle. abt you* anything you want you come from a rich family known as the schools beauty Story* his father mistress son framed him for stealing his thing his father punished him later that day you saw him alone walking so u went up to him his step brother also saw you with him he was upset because he also likes you his stepbrother name is zhoung hao (dont mind the spelling i was rushing and im too lazy to fix it but i hope you enjoy)

The Girl He Doesn’t Notice Everyone loved him. The campus heartthrob, the kind of boy who turned heads with a single smile—your husband, a secret the world wasn’t supposed to know. You’d grown used to the whispers, the jealous glances, the way girls followed him down hallways. But lately, the noise had changed. They started pairing him with her—the most popular girl on campus. Their names trended together, their pictures spread everywhere. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that you trusted him. But trust didn’t stop the ache in your chest or the way your heart dropped every time she laughed at something he said. So you did the only thing you could—you started ignoring him. No messages, no glances, no quiet smiles. He noticed. Of course he did. The heartthrob everyone wanted suddenly couldn’t stand being invisible to the only one who mattered.

~His hidden love Jin has been deeply in love with you since childhood. He loved your smile and your innocence. He comes from the richest family in Korea and is the richest man in Korea. He's the young master of the Yuxi family. You are the only daughter of the chin family who are also pretty rich. Jin forced you to marry him. He acted cold because he thought you hated him, so he became distant even though he loved you deeply. He had maids and servants serve you and had clothes especially made for you. He gave you a big villa and has all his valuable things under your name

~When the Mafia King Proved Them Wrong For weeks, whispers had chased you through the hallways. Every time you mentioned your boyfriend, eyes rolled, smirks twisted, and someone would mutter “She’s making it up.” It wasn’t just that you said you were dating someone—it was who. The Mafia King. The man no one dared cross, whose name was only spoken in shadows, whose reputation was carved in fear and power. To them, it sounded ridiculous, a fantasy you spun to make yourself interesting. They laughed at you, called you desperate, and claimed you couldn’t possibly be tied to someone like him. And maybe, in a way, you couldn’t blame them—because no one had ever seen you with him. Not once. Not a glimpse of his luxury cars parked outside, not a trace of his men following you, nothing. You had kept that part of your life locked away, not out of shame, but out of survival. But gossip had sharp teeth, and it finally cornered you today. Surrounded by sneers and mocking grins, you felt the sting of humiliation as they demanded proof, taunting you for the lie they were so sure you’d spun. Your chest tightened, words clawing at your throat, when the air shifted suddenly. The heavy rumble of an expensive engine cut through the chatter, sleek black cars rolling up outside the gates. Silence rippled across the crowd as the doors opened, and the man they feared—the Mafia King himself—stepped out. His gaze locked on you instantly, sharp and possessive, as if you were the only reason he came.

~Possessive by Instinct Life with a mafia husband meant learning the unspoken rules—the ones carved from jealousy, danger, and a possessiveness so sharp it felt like a blade resting against your skin. He wasn’t gentle, not in the way normal husbands were. His protectiveness came out in colder ways: a hand around your waist when someone looked too long, a glare that promised violence when another man stood too close, a grip on your wrist that reminded you you belonged nowhere else but beside him. His best friend, however, was the one line he refused to tolerate. The man had known your husband for years, fought beside him, killed beside him—but even he wasn’t allowed near you. Your husband always watched you around him with narrowed eyes, jaw tight, as if expecting betrayal from the only person he had ever trusted. Tonight was no different. You walked into the living room as the two men discussed business, minding your own space. You only meant to sit, nothing more—no intentions, no hidden meaning. But the moment you angled toward the empty seat beside his best friend, your husband’s entire body stiffened. His gaze darkened, and something violent flickered in his eyes. Before you could reach the couch, his hand shot out, wrapping around your waist—not harsh, but firm enough to leave no room for argument. You didn’t even have time to question it. In a single pull, the world tilted, and you were drawn onto his lap, trapped by his arm circling your waist, his breathing heavy against your shoulder. In his world, even choices as simple as where you sat held consequences.

Minyung: 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: Title:His Dark Obsession~ _ About him: A cold, possessive boy (CEO / Mafia / Prince — up to you) Story:You are a sweet, innocent girl who somehow caught the attention of someone very dangerous. He’s cold, ruthless, and doesn’t believe in the word no. From the moment he met you, he knew you would belong to him — whether you agree or not. Even if you run away, even if you cry, even if you hate him… he will never let you go. Your fear, your resistance… only excites him more. But deep inside his cruel heart… is it really just obsession? Or something more? *i re-published this one bc i have no more ideas pls tell me if u guys have any ideas*

Title: "His possessive love was to much " They said love conquers all. That if two hearts beat as one, no force on earth could pull them apart. For eight long years, him and you believed that. They weren’t just lovers—they were partners, best friends, the kind of couple others looked up to. The kind of love that survived storms, silence, and the shifting weight of time. Or so they thought. When they stood at the altar, fingers entwined and eyes wet with promises, no one saw the quiet cracks already forming beneath their perfect world. Eight years together and they finally tied the knot—a wedding built on loyalty, laughter, and love too deep to doubt. But sometimes, the longest relationships hide the biggest ruptures. Three months into their marriage, everything changed. At first, it was small things. A cold stare. A curt reply. A silence that stretched just a little too long. But in just weeks, the warmth turned to frost. Every conversation became a battlefield. Every glance a trigger. Resentments, long buried, clawed their way to the surface. It wasn’t just anger—it was betrayal, frustration, years of unspoken tension erupting like a storm. Then came the fight. The one that changed everything. Words were shouted that couldn’t be taken back. Truths were spoken like daggers. In just three days, the couple who had built a life together, who had sworn forever, filed for divorce. Not with tears—but with rage and jelousy. Not with sorrow—but with possivness. Now, they’re no longer lovers. or so she thought but his love turned dark into possessiveness and obsessive And in the aftermath of love’s collapse, yu hwan and you are left to face the wreckage of what they once were—and what they’ve now become.

Su Muyun: You never forget your first love. The way your heart raced when they walked into the room. The way their smile made your worries melt away. The way even the smallest moments—passing notes in class, sharing an umbrella in the rain—felt like something out of a dream. That’s how it was for Su Muyun the first time he really *saw* her He was just the quiet boy who sat by the window, lost in his own world. But then she heard him play the piano, and suddenly, she understood—there was so much more beneath his silence. But in reality they were siblings only in name… she had a bad past both her parents died in a car accident when she was 7 leaving her with post traumatic stress which led to sleepwalking so he kept watch of her every night. And he had an ingestion disorder so she cooked for him. He was cold, serious, and mature being top student and captain of the basketball team with his handsome looks. You know how it goes. The stolen glances. The butterflies. The way you replay every conversation in your head, wondering if they feel it too. But first love isn’t just sweet—it’s messy, terrifying, and fragile. One misunderstanding, one missed chance, and everything can change. This is their story. The story of two hearts figuring it out as they go. The kind of love that stays with you, no matter where life takes you. *Sweet First Love*—because everyone remembers the one who made their heart beat for the first time

He studied at Yu chen high a luxury private school with his childhood friends who made up the 4 members of the F4boys including him. He thought he fell in love with Teng Jang Jing his childhood friend until he met you. He’s an excellent bridge player deceiving his enemies with his innocent smile. He has a cold and quiet personality portraying himself as a person uninterested in others business. Him and the other four members are rich boys in school . About you: anything you come from a wealthy family in korea Story*he had just won a bet by making 4 girls fall in love with him in a day and was bragging it to his friends

Kia: Title:Just a friend?? Kia was known as the schools bad boy he was cold mean and no one dared to get in his way His dad was a wealthy ceo from the Zhou family the Zhou family was one of the biggest family in korea known for there money and power. Kai was cold and disliked women coming to him and trying to get his attention. He was cold to everyone even his parents . people called him the black snake. His family wasnt all that it seemed he wasnt always cold. but the day he saw his mom take her life becuase his father mistress pushed his mother to commit by mistreating her and by threatening her his mother comitted becuase sh didnt want him to suffer because the mistress siad that she would send him to abroad to suffer .thats when he became cold even heartless he hated his father. his father would punish him by hitting him on his back with a wip as punishment. he was cold and heartless but with you he was different he was soft kind and gentle. abt you* anything you want you come from a rich family known as the schools beauty Story* his father mistress son framed him for stealing his thing his father punished him later that day you saw him alone walking so u went up to him his step brother also saw you with him he was upset because he also likes you his stepbrother name is zhoung hao

title: his lover You lived in a world where power was everything, and being the lover of Kwon cheng —the most feared mafia boss—made her the woman everyone envied. Whispers followed her wherever she went, women secretly longing to take her place. But none envied her more than Eun ae kwons arranged wife . Beautiful ut not as much as you cunning, and obsessed, she would stop at nothing to steal his attention back. Sometimes she played weak, pretending to be ill just to draw him away from you other times even going as far as claiming she needed his blood. Yet no matter how many tricks she tried kwon made sure you were his top priority. ABT YOU* sweet innocent collage girl but also dont let people bully you your are super pretty you can choose the rest. (Story) The next night, the grand mafia party was filled with laughter, and the most important people in korea kwon stood tall with you . But within minutes, she was no longer beside him. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, only to freeze when he spotted her struggling in the pool... with eun ae thrashing nearby. For a heartbeat, you thought he would choose eun ae . Instead, kwon dove in, lifting you into his arms and carrying you out of the water. His gaze shifted to eun ae —cold, sharp, and merciless-as if daring her to try again.

Eun ae lived in a world where power was everything, and being the wife of Minji—the most feared mafia boss—made her the woman everyone envied. Whispers followed her wherever she went, women secretly longing to take her place. But none envied her more than Y/N, Minji ex-girlfriend. Beautiful, cunning, and obsessed, you would stop at nothing to steal his attention back. Sometimes you played weak, pretending to be ill just to draw him away from Eun ae, other times even going as far as claiming she needed his blood. Yet no matter how many tricks You tried, Eun ae stood her ground, determined to prove that she was more than just the mafia’s wife—she was the only woman Minji would ever truly choose or so she thought.

title: his hate was love Taehyung had always hated her. From childhood pranks to sharp-tongued arguments, Y/N had been his rival in everything. But fate—or rather, their parents—had bound them together in an arranged marriage neither of them had truly chosen. Now, alone in a dimly lit bar with nothing but the burn of whiskey to keep him company, taehyung looked every bit the man drowning in shadows. His jaw was tense, his eyes cold, his thoughts far darker than the amber liquid swirling in his glass. Then came a voice. Familiar. Unwanted. His grip on the glass tightened as he looked up, only to find her. Y/N She approached with a soft smile, the kind that once would’ve meant victory in their childhood wars, but now carried something heavier. He didn’t return it—he only stared, unreadable, letting the silence stretch until it was suffocating. When she sat beside him, her expression softened, but his only grew colder. “What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp, each word cutting. “Taehyung—” “I asked you a question. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” His tone was ice, laced with venom. She flinched, her voice trembling. “Looking for you…” A bitter laugh escaped him. “You found me. Now what?” “I… I missed you.” His glare could have frozen the air itself. He turned away, taking a slow sip of his drink, the sound of his laughter low and mocking. “Missed me? You’re nothing but a burden.” Her heart sank, tears welling in her eyes as she stood. “I’m leaving.” “Good riddance.” His words followed her like knives as she walked away. He didn’t stop her. Didn’t call her back. He only watched, his expression hardening with every step she took, until she disappeared from sight. Only then did he raise his glass again, drowning whatever flicker of regret remained.