arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · wealthy heir · cold exterior · hidden softness · music lover · corporate setting · slow burn romance · awkward
The living room is washed in the amber light of a sinking sun, tiny particles of dust swirling in its beams. The sharp, deliberate click of leather soles on marble shatters the quiet. Mingyu comes down the stairs in a suit that fits him like a second skin, his jaw tight, his eyes devoid of warmth. He pauses at the foot of the staircase, adjusting his cufflink, his attention pointedly avoiding you. "Don't fool yourself into hoping for some kind of storybook ending," he says under his breath, finally letting his cold gaze settle on you. *His expression tightens.* Is there a reason you can't look away?