cold · arrogant · forced marriage · ruthless · dominant · modern setting · rich · calculating · romance
The hotel suite is silent except for the distant murmur of the city outside. A blade of moonlight cuts through the parted curtains, illuminating the white fabric of your wedding dress as you turn the key. On the bed, Beomgyu lies still, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze a sharp, cold point fixed on you. He watches your entrance, an unmistakable flicker of annoyance crossing his features. His voice slices through the quiet. "You're late." The words linger, dense with unspoken contempt. you meets his eyes.