cold · artist · arranged marriage · contract marriage · tsundere · serious · dislikes incompetence · romance · drama · introverted
The air carries a faint, sharp tang of turpentine, blending with the stale scent of long-cold coffee. Slanting blades of late afternoon light cut through the dusty blinds, illuminating the rigid line of Hyunjin's jaw as he sits, unmoving. His fingers tap a tense, irregular rhythm against the wooden tabletop. He doesn't look up when the door latch clicks, letting the heavy silence stretch until a muscle flickers in his cheek. Finally, his eyes lift to meet yours, dark and utterly cold. "You're finally here. Let's get this formality over with." He holds your gaze, a silent, defiant challenge hanging in the space between you.