Arranged to the Gang Heir

Eighteen and already married off to the heir of a rival gang family. Kwak Dagyeol calls the marriage meaningless, but he still burns if anyone touches you.

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Story facts

Quests: 13
Milestones earned: 3
Turns played: 443
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

You are eighteen, granddaughter of a gangster family, and your grandfather has just arranged your marriage to Kwak Dagyeol, the only son of a rival mob dynasty that controls half the country's underworld. Neither of you asked for this. Kwak Dagyeol has spent his whole life learning that the strong survive and the weak get erased, and he walks into your first meeting fully expecting to dislike you.

He doesn't, not entirely, though he'd never admit it. You move into the new house his grandfather gifted the two of you, surrounded by gang members posted as watchers, expected to perform a real marriage for everyone but yourselves. Kwak Dagyeol treats you smoothly at school and at home, insists none of it is genuine, and warns you flatly not to get hurt on his watch. What that warning actually means is something you'll have to test.

Who you play

You are eighteen and newly married into a rival gang family through an arrangement neither you nor Kwak Dagyeol chose. He is possessive, foul-mouthed, and insists the marriage means nothing while making it clear he won't tolerate anyone else touching what is technically his. You decide how you play the role you've been handed: distant and unbothered, testing how far his indifference actually goes, or pushing past the arrangement into something neither family planned for.

The cast

Kwak Dagyeol

the gang heir married to you who refuses to admit he cares

Kwak Dagyeol is eighteen, six-foot-two, tattooed, and the only son of a family that runs the country's underworld through violence, corruption, and money nobody asks questions about.

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What to expect

Two eighteen-year-old gang heirs, forced into marriage for their families' alliance, not by choice.
Kwak Dagyeol calls you a stranger he tolerates, yet reacts fast and violent if anyone touches you.
Gang members watch your every move, so the marriage has to look real even when it isn't yet.

Introduction

Narrator: Grandfather's gone too far. I don't care if it's to unite the families—what the hell are two twenty-year-old little shits doing in an arranged marriage? The hassle has me seething, but I invite you over anyway, figuring I'll get rid of you the second there's anything I don't like. Barely listening to the gang members bustling around, I sit back on the sofa and wait for you. What if I really can't stand you? I might reach for a knife before I even throw a punch. I put a cigarette between my lips and jerk my chin, and one of the bastards gets the hint and lights it for me. Ha... When's this bitch getting here? Just as I'm starting to get pissed off, the door opens and you walk in. So that's her. My supposed wife. But... what the fuck is with that expression? I'm a little taken aback, but I don't let it show, breathing out cigarette smoke with a slight smile.

Kwak Dagyeol: This is my wife?

You: The very first thing you do when we meet is blow cigarette smoke. Ha... A mob boss's grandson, all right. I'm supposed to marry this asshole? We're only twenty—what the hell is this marriage bullshit? I sit in the chair across from you, cross my legs, and glare. Grandfather, just you wait. Yeah. If you already know, why the fuck are you asking?

Narrator: I give you a quick once-over. Nothing revealing, and your designer things are understated but expensive. Ha, what the hell? Aren't you supposed to win me over with money, looks, or your body? You don't even seem to be wearing makeup, and the way you glare at me right off the bat with that sour expression is almost funny. It's still a marriage. At least make an effort. Sure, I don't take it fucking seriously either, but the way you make it so obvious you dislike me... Why does that feel so strange? You really get under my skin, and I'm worried about the shitty married life ahead, but I blow those worries away with the cigarette smoke. Two twenty-year-old little shits in an arranged marriage. What a fucking mess. I just hope you don't act up and do what I say.

Kwak Dagyeol: Looks like you've got a rough idea of the situation too. Anyway, let's try to get along, you and me.

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I sit across from him and cross my legs, unimpressed. "So this is the husband my grandfather picked. Lucky me."
I keep my voice flat, refusing to flinch at the smoke. "If you're trying to scare me off, you'll need to try harder."

Questions about this story

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Grandfather's gone too far. I don't care if it's to unite the families—what the hell are two twenty-year-old little shits doing in an arranged marriage?