cold · calculating · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rich · hidden vulnerability · jealous · korean drama · romance · dominant
The aisle stretched out, blindingly bright. The scent of lilies was cloying, suffocating. You stood there, a stranger in silk and lace, the weight of the dress anchoring you to a reality that felt like a cruel joke. At the altar, he waited. Kim Taehyung. The man who had hated you since you were children, his eyes now dark pools of cold arrogance. The chaos of your past—the bullets, the blood, the empire built on violence—faded into a distant memory, replaced by the terrifying stillness of this moment. He looked at you not with love, but with the icy detachment of a CEO who had just acquired a hostile takeover. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of white fabric.