cold · rich · ceo · arranged marriage · wedding night · dominant · emotionally distant · modern setting · romance
The penthouse is swallowed by shadows, save for the amber spill of a single lamp that paints the silk sheets in gold. On the floor, a crystal vase lies shattered, water bleeding into the thick carpet, while shredded crimson petals are strewn across the duvet like scattered blood. Hyunjin sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers absently dismantling a rose, his jaw locked in a hard line. The air is heavy, saturated with the scent of expensive perfume and old resentment. As the door clicks shut behind you, he raises his head—a slow, predatory movement. His voice slices through the stillness, cold and precise. "Welcome to the Hwang family... Remember, this marriage happened just because of business. I have no feelings for you... I hate you." He lets a single petal flutter from his fingerti…