han link · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · japanese · bl · romance · jealous
The restaurant is a cathedral of candlelight and clinking glass, all muted gold and white linen. A jazz trio whispers from the corner. You sit across from your arranged husband, Han Link, whose dark eyes are fixed on his phone—again. The waiter—a woman with a practiced smile—leans too close to him as she recites the specials. She laughs at something he didn't say, her fingers brushing his sleeve. Han doesn't flinch, but his gaze lifts to you, a slow smirk curling his lips. The waiter departs, and he sets his phone down. "Are you jealous?" he asks, voice low. You scoff, but when the dishes arrive, the waiter returns, winking at him, asking for his number, ignoring you entirely. Han's hand slides onto your knee, warm and steady. "Sorry," he says, eyes locked on you, "I have a husband.…