Moon Dust

Sarai Woo had always known that her marriage to the reclusive Korean millionaire was of convenience, not love, but she hadn't married Jax Woo for his money.

He had a lot of it and she had needed some, but she'd married him because, like her, he was so utterly alone... and because of the butterflies... and the visa thing... and maybe he was so handsome and kind. But two years in, Sarai is sure her contract husband (god, why hadn't she signed an actual contract!) isn't what he seems; marriage fraud is the least of her worries. She tries to run, to find someone to offer her sanctuary from whatever Jax Woo is, unaware of the centuries old grudge whose price is her blood.

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Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's, sweat smearing her palms, the pure sardonic smile he flashed and the scent, the fucking scent, bamboo and mug-wort and ginseng and sakura.

This wasn't Sunghyun, at all.

"Jax?" She gasped, stumbling backwards only for that grip on her waist to steady her, a small whimper left her lips and the smile slid off his face instantly.

Fuck! He'd found her!

Her gaze met the predatory gaze of her husband's eyes and she felt herself being irrevocably drawn to them - dark pools of magenta which should have frightened her, scared her but all they did was draw her closer, pull her deeper - like a moth to a flame and she didn't realize how close he'd gotten until the tip of his boots touched her stilettos.

"It's time to come home, little moon." Jax smiled at her. Primitively.

She flinched, a weak attempt at moving away from his grip, a byproduct of him wearing Sunghyun's face while maintaining Jax distances with her, but his big wide palm pressed into her back and banged her body into his, teeth bared and eyes flashing. Sarai trembled in place as Jax closed his eyes, lids fluttering as he took several calming breaths.

"Careful, yeobo," he crooned. "I'm at my limit."