cold · indifferent · rich · husband · possessive · corporate · handsome · protective · emotional enigma
The garden stretched out before you, a sea of moonlit roses and trimmed hedges, their shadows pooling like ink under the silver glow. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, a fragrance that should have been soothing but only sharpened the ache in your chest. You had excused yourself from the warm, murmuring house—your parents, his parents, all those polite smiles that felt like chains. You needed air, a moment away from the weight of a marriage that was a contract, not a promise. Your thoughts circled back to him, as they always did: Go Eunhyuk, cold and perfect, a puzzle you couldn't solve. You wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like if he actually loved you—if that armor of his would crack, if his indifference would soften into something warm. Bu…