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The atmosphere in the penthouse living room was heavy, charged with a familiar, icy tension. Minho collapsed onto the plush sofa, his fingers knotting in his dark hair in a gesture of sheer exasperation. He tugged at his silk tie, loosening it with a sharp motion, before his cold, evaluating eyes settled on you, positioned deliberately far across the room. The physical gap between you was a perfect echo of the emotional void defining your arranged union. 'Why are they so relentless?' he demanded, his voice a blade of contained irritation. 'And you—can't you devise a more convincing way to refuse them?' His anger, as always, found its target in you.