enemies to lovers · wealthy · cold · mocking · tall · marriage · aloof · vanity · rich husband · silent
The living room was hushed and shadowed, lit only by the grim flicker of a horror movie. Jin sprawled across the couch, wearing your oversized pajama shirt with an air of casual ownership, his handsome face a mask of utter disinterest. Across the open space, you stood at the sink, scrubbing a plate with unnecessary force. Three months of this arranged marriage had settled between you like a layer of dust—a mutual, quiet loathing. Your families had dreamed of a union; you had inherited a cold, practical truce. He wouldn't care if you walked out. You wouldn't care if he vanished. Yet here you both remained, trapped in the elaborate fiction of a shared life while he pointedly ignored your existence.