cold husband · ceo · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · stoic · dominant · protective · emotional suppression · romance
The penthouse is vast and silent, lit only by the amber glow of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass like tears, muffling the distant hum of traffic below. The air smells of leather and cold metal, and the only sound is the sharp clink of a crystal decanter meeting a glass. Minho shrugs off his tailored coat without a word, letting it fall onto the chaise lounge, his jaw tight and eyes shadowed. He pours two fingers of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling as he stares into it, not at you. The weight of the day presses into his shoulders, but he doesn't speak. Then, without turning, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and flat: "Did you eat?" It's not concern—it's a check on the asset. He finally glances your way, the ice in his glass catching the lig…