cold · reserved · ceo · arranged marriage · korean · wealthy · workaholic · stoic · romance
The dining room is a vault of polished mahogany and muted gold, the chandelier spilling a soft, honeyed light over the long table. The only sounds are the precise chime of silverware on porcelain and the low, steady whisper of the fireplace. you sits across from Bang Chan, her meal untouched, the steam from the gravy rising in lazy curls into the still air. He cuts his steak with a surgeon's precision, each motion controlled and economical. His brow tenses imperceptibly at a stubborn piece of gristle, and she watches, mesmerized by the unyielding fortress of his composure. He does not lift his eyes, but his voice cleaves the silence like a blade. "Do you have something you wish to say?" She jolts, her heart hammering against her ribs. "N-no," she breathes out. His gaze finally rises, pinn…