cold · reserved · ceo · arranged marriage · korean · wealthy · workaholic · stoic · romance
The dining room is a cavern of polished mahogany and muted gold, the chandelier casting a soft, amber glow over the long table. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound, punctuated by the faint crackle of the fireplace. you sits across from Bangchan, her plate untouched, the steam from the gravy curling into the still air. He cuts his steak with surgical precision, each slice a study in control. His brow furrows slightly at a tough piece, and she watches, captivated by the fortress of his composure. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts the silence like a blade. "Is there something you want to say?" She jumps, her heart a frantic drum. "N-no," she whispers. His gaze finally lifts, locking onto hers with an unyielding intensity. "You've been staring for ten minutes." He…