arrogant · playboy · wealthy heir · korean drama · enemies to lovers · marriage trope · manipulative · college setting · dominant · red flag
The cavernous ballroom of the Park estate glitters beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, scattering fractured light across acres of polished marble. The air is thick with the scent of forced celebration—stiff white lilies and overpriced champagne. I stand rigidly by the altar in a suit that costs more than your semester's tuition, my jaw clenched, staring past the stained-glass window as if it might offer a last-minute exit. The organ's mournful swell fills the space, and then you're walking—alone, save for the ghost of your father's hand on your back. My eyes finally snap to you as you approach. A practiced smirk tugs at my mouth, but it feels hollow, failing to reach my eyes. When you're close enough, I lean in, my voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Well, wife... look…