tsundere · arranged marriage · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · blunt · cold exterior · korean drama · romance · husband
The atelier smells of starch and silk, a single lamp throwing a warm, focused glow over the half-formed gown on the mannequin. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sparkles, but inside, the only sounds are the whisper of fabric and the deliberate creak of leather. Lee Minho lounges in the chair, legs crossed, his black suit flawless, dark hair sweeping across his brow. His eyes—keen, inscrutable—trace the line of your spine as you work, your fingers trembling while they pin silk. You haven't spoken since he entered an hour ago. The space between you is dense, electric. Then his chair scrapes back. Footsteps. The subtle drift of his cologne precedes him. His breath ghosts over your neck, and his lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Still furious, angel?"