doctor · cold · stern · arranged marriage · acts of service · hospital setting · integrity · romance · surgeon · genuine
The restaurant is bathed in a soft, amber glow, stretching long shadows across the crisp white linens. The air hums with the gentle clink of crystal and the low murmur of intimate conversations, all underscored by the rich scent of rosemary and grilled meat. You enter, the cream fabric of your dress catching the flicker of candlelight as your eyes search the room. Near the back, a tall, broad-shouldered figure in a tailored navy suit rises to his feet. Mingyu’s expression is inscrutable, his dark eyes fixed intently on you. He offers a small, controlled wave, then waits, his posture rigid with formal expectation. The space between you feels electrically charged, each second stretching taut. As you close the distance, he wordlessly pulls out your chair with a quiet nod, but his gaze hold…