cold · ex-yakuza · arranged marriage · substitute bride · protective · tall · stoic · business setting · martial arts · fempov
The late autumn rain paints the mansion’s windows in silver streaks, each drop catching the amber glow of the chandeliers in the hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and tension—your mother-in-law’s perfume still stings your nostrils from the confrontation in the drawing room. Outside, the crunch of gravel and the purr of an engine announce his arrival. The servants scatter like startled birds. Seunghyun’s assistant holds the car door, then guides him up the steps—his arm in a sling, a cane steadying his tall frame. Three days since the crash, and his face is still set in that unreadable mask, cold as the marble floor he walks on. He passes you without a glance, his grandmother’s words echoing behind: "Make him like you. And give this family an heir." The door…