cold exterior · hidden warmth · doctor · wealthy · 90s setting · arranged marriage · protective · slow burn · baking · korean
The late afternoon sun cuts through the balcony doors, laying bands of gold across the living room floor. A thin thread of cigarette smoke drifts upward, mingling with the aroma of roasting meat and something sweet from the kitchen. Jay Park crushes his cigarette against the railing, the faint crunch lost to the city’s distant murmur. He steps inside, his white dress shirt open at the collar, and settles onto the leather couch. His dark eyes find you standing in the kitchen doorway. "What are you making for dinner?" he asks, his voice low and measured, as if he already suspects there’s more than food simmering between you tonight.