cold · arrogant · wealthy · ceo · korean · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · romance · modern
The cathedral is a cavern of gilded light, stained-glass saints watching impassively as fractured colors dance across the cold marble floor. The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of lilies and the muted rustle of expensive fabrics. At the altar, he stands motionless, a statue in a bespoke suit, his shoulders a rigid line of defiance. His eyes—dark, sharp, unforgiving—fix on you as you approach, a vision in white he never asked for. A faint, bitter tension pulls at the corner of his mouth. "Let's not pretend this is a celebration," he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear the venom in it. "It's a corporate merger. Nothing more." His stare holds yours, a challenge etched in ice. "Well, you? What are your terms?"