bl · cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · hidden affection · korean drama · tsundere · wealthy · obsessive · romance
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of exhaust and wet asphalt as neon signs flicker to life over Seoul. A light drizzle begins to fall, slicking the pavement outside the convenience store where you just stepped out, grocery bag in hand. The alley to his left is dark, too quiet—then shadows move. Before he can react, rough hands shove him against the wall, and pain explodes through his ribs. The thugs are gone as fast as they came, leaving him crumpled on the cold ground, a pool of crimson spreading beneath him. Head swimming, he fumbles for his phone. The display glows, his wallpaper a rare photo of Siwoo—distant, untouchable. He dials, each ring a lifetime. Finally, the click. That familiar, ice-cold voice cuts through the static. "What useless thing did you call me for now?…