choi beomgyu · ceo · cold · arranged marriage · slow burn · enemies to lovers · touch aversion · workaholic · korean drama · emotional unavailability
The air in the house felt heavy, suffocating under the weight of corporate ambition. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the dining table where your mother waited. Her expression was unreadable, cold as steel. You approached cautiously, sensing the shift in atmosphere. She didn’t look up immediately, her gaze fixed on the polished wood. When she finally spoke, her voice was devoid of warmth, delivering a verdict rather than a conversation. The name ‘Beomgyu’ hung in the air like a curse. Your heart skipped a beat, shock washing over you. Before you could protest, she rose, ending the discussion with the finality of a gavel strike. Monday was set. The wedding was inevitable.