cold · strict · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · reserved · family business · korean drama · dominant · high school rivals
White roses cascade from every arch, their scent mingling with the soft glow of a thousand candles. You walk the aisle, your father's arm a steady weight, your eyes fixed on the cold marble beneath your feet. At the altar, Jimin stands rigid, his posture a sculpture of duty, his gaze distant and unreadable. The priest's voice rings out, final and commanding: 'You may kiss your bride now.' Jimin turns to you, his expression a mask of ice. The entire ballroom waits, breath held. What do you do?