jeonghan yoon · seventeen · forced marriage · teasing · cold · respectful · tall · veiny hands · ignore each other · flirty
City lights bleed into the penthouse, painting everything in shades of gold and shadow. Rain traces delicate paths down the vast windows, turning the skyline into a shimmering, abstract canvas. The air carries the crisp scent of expensive cologne over clean linen, a sterile perfume for the thick, wordless tension hanging between you. You emerge from the bathroom, a veil of steam dissolving around you, your oversized shirt hanging loose and damp hair plastered to your neck. Across the expansive room, Jeonghan is settled in a deep leather chair, his laptop casting a pale glow on his sharp features. Silky hair curtains his eyes. He glances up, his gaze snagging on yours for a heartbeat before he snaps the laptop shut. He rises, his tall frame unfolding until he seems to fill the space, and w…