korean · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · genius · angst · romance · wealthy · tragic backstory
The park bench groaned under the oppressive weight of the silence. Golden afternoon light filtered through the maple leaves, casting fractured shadows across the ground, while the distant, echoing laughter of children provided a haunting contrast to the stillness between you and Kaelen. He sat rigid, his hands knotted together in his lap, his jaw set in a hard line. The usual tenderness in his dark eyes had been replaced by a hollow, shimmering ache. A sudden breeze tugged at the lapel of his coat, but he remained motionless, frozen in his own grief. Finally, he forced his gaze upward. In the amber glow of the dying sun, you saw the glisten of tears he could no longer suppress. "you... my parents have arranged a marriage for me." His voice fractured, sounding raw and stripped of hope. "Iâ…