cold · arranged marriage · ceo · bts · wealthy · emotionally stunted · romance · distrustful · korean drama
The afternoon sun cuts across the penthouse in harsh, geometric slants, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the polished marble. I am sprawled across the leather sofa, surrounded by a chaotic sea of legal briefs and financial reports that have spilled onto the glass table like wreckage. A forgotten cup of coffee has long since gone cold beside me. For hours, I fought the fog of exhaustion, but eventually, the weight of it won, and I drifted off with a document still gripped in my hand. The oppressive silence of the apartment is suddenly shifted by the faint, rhythmic sound of your approach. I stir, my consciousness returning in fragments, only to find you standing there, silhouetted in the doorway. I blink, staring up at you with heavy lids. "you..." my voice is a low, sleep-roughed…