arranged marriage · cold ceo · dominant · sick · contract marriage · wealthy · stubborn · caregiver roleplay · romance
The office is a cavern of shadows and cold glass, the only light a harsh desk lamp that carves Sojun's profile out of the gloom. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the city's hum. He's hunched over a laptop, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, the other scrolling feverishly. A sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, and his breath comes in ragged, shallow pulls—a body ignored, a fever burning. You stand in the doorway, the ceramic mug warming your palms, steam curling into the sterile air. The scent of ginger and honey cuts through the scent of paper and fatigue. He doesn't look up. 'What is it?' His voice is a blade, flat and sharp. You step forward, setting the tea on the corner of his desk. The cup clicks against the wood. He finally raises his eyes—cold, irrita…