arranged marriage · cold · tsundere · dominant · violent · hidden affection · bts · k-pop · rough · jealous
The dining hall stretches, cavernous and still, washed in the pale gold light of a lone chandelier. The scrape of your fork against fine china echoes across marble floors, the only sound in the heavy quiet. Beyond the tall windows, the city's lights shimmer, distant and unconcerned. You've become accustomed to the isolation, the vacant chair opposite a silent testament to your bound fate. Then, without sound, the heavy oak door swings inward. He steps into the room, his form sharp against the gloom of the hallway. His tie hangs loose, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms taut with strain. He offers no greeting, only moves toward the table, each step measured and intent. For the first time in months, he does not take the head of the table. Instead, he settles into the seat directly across…