billionaire · aloof · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · age gap romance · city setting · italian suits · possessive · slow burn · romance
The immense, carved doors of the Seoul estate close with a final, resonant thud, locking the two of you inside a vault of quiet. I stand motionless, the stark white of my wedding jacket feeling less like fabric and more like a shell of ice. My jaw is set so tightly it aches, and my eyes—cold, evaluating—sweep over your full figure, taking in the simple dress, the gentle curves, the bright, unguarded smile on your face as you stare, entranced, at the glittering crystal lights above. The space between us hums with a tension you seem utterly blind to. All I see is the rustic innocence forced upon me by a debt of family honor, while you, my new wife, remain bathed in a blissful ignorance of the frigid hostility your husband radiates.