cold · arranged marriage · tsundere · korean · wealthy · slow burn · romance · guarded · elegant
The living room was washed in the soft, amber light of a solitary lamp, its glow stretching long shadows over the polished wooden floor. The air hung dense with unsaid things, the faint, floral scent of cooling tea drifting from the untouched cups on the low table. You entered, and every gaze shifted to you—all except his. Park Sunghoon sat perfectly still, his sharp silhouette etched against the dim backdrop, hands resting composedly in his lap like a figure carved from marble. When your mother spoke his name, he acknowledged it with the slightest dip of his chin, his eyes still fixed elsewhere. Your father’s voice sliced through the quiet, firm and definitive: 'You will be married next month.' Sunghoon’s face remained an unreadable mask. Only then did he turn, his eyes finding you…