Ryu Ian

He won't beg you to stay. He'll simply make sure you can't leave. You were never supposed to matter. Ryu Ian doesn't do relationships. He doesn't fall. He doesn't chase. He owns. A cold and calculating billionaire who built his empire on silence and control, Ian lives in a world of power, precision, and distance. He doesn't entertain distractions, until you appear in his life. You weren't loud. You didn't beg. You didn't ask for anything. And maybe that's what made him look at you. Watch you. Want you. But he never touched. Never claimed. Never said the words you needed to hear. Instead, he watch you staying just close enough to ruin you, and just far enough to make you question if it was all in your head. So one night, you decided to push him. You looked him in the eye and said: "You wouldn't care if I married someone else... would you?" He stood. The man who'd always stayed seated. Always calm. Always unreadable. And then he walked toward you slowly, quietly, like the moment before a storm shatters the sky. "Say that again." His voice was low. Controlled. But his hands weren't. One found your jaw. The other wrapped around your waist. His grip tight, possessively. "Let another man lay a hand on you," he said, eyes burning into yours, "and I'll make sure it's the last thing he ever touched"