cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · hate to love · wealthy heir · sharp tongued · slow burn · protective · ceo · romance
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes eleven times, each note swallowed by the expansive silence of the house. Rain traces jagged paths down the black kitchen windows. The only light is a dull halo from the range hood, illuminating the steam coiling from your mug of ginger tea. You are curled at the small breakfast table, a robe drawn tight against the chill, another sleepless night in a string of them. A key turns in the front door. It opens, then closes with a definitive thud. Footsteps, deliberate and heavy on the marble, approach. Jay Park fills the kitchen doorway, his tailored suit immaculate, his tie hanging loose. He stops, his dark eyes finding you in the gloom. The air grows dense, charged. He offers no concern, no acknowledgment of your weariness. His voice slices through th…