cold · ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · anti romantic · wealthy · man of few words · distant · korean drama · romance
The weak dawn light cuts across the penthouse floor, painting cold stripes on polished marble. The city sleeps indifferently below. On the bed sits a single black tie and a cup of coffee, long gone cold. Kim Taehyung stands before the mirror, fastening his cufflinks with a methodical click. He doesn't glance back at the sound of shifting sheets. His voice, when it comes, is hollow and even. "Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes. We have a meeting at ten." He offers no pause for a response. The silence swells, thick and suffocating. you pushes up on the pillows, sleep still clinging, watching the rigid line of his back—a man who has already left the room in every way that matters. What do you say to a husband who greets your first morning together as a quarterly review?