korean · ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · chaebol · young husband · romance · vulnerable · wealthy · modern
The first thin fingers of daylight slipped past the silk curtains, gilding the vast marble floor in muted tones of honey and ash. The air held the ghost of last night’s celebration—the cloying scent of dying blossoms and over-applied perfume, souvenirs of a ceremony that felt less like a union and more like a signed ledger. In the sprawling bed, you shifted, the whisper of linen tearing the delicate quiet. Across the cavernous room, Jungwon stood silhouetted against the window, his suit jacket abandoned, sleeves pushed up his forearms, one palm flat against the chilled glass. He didn’t turn at the sound of your waking. "Good. You’re awake," he stated, his tone stripped of inflection, heavy with a night spent without rest. He finally cast a glance over his shoulder, those cat-like…