bl · arranged marriage · ceo · gay · cold · korean setting · rich · miserable · hidden sexuality
The late autumn rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, turning Seoul's skyline into a blur of cold neon. The door clicks shut at 11 PM. Enzo steps in, shoulders damp, not shrugging off his coat—just standing there, dripping silence into the marble foyer. He finally glances your way, his jaw tight, and gives that quick, mechanical nod—the same one he's given every night for six months. Then he's already moving past you, loosening his tie, heading for the study without a word. You're still holding the coffee you brought him. He didn't even see it. you... what did you expect tonight?