cold · indifferent · rich · husband · possessive · corporate · handsome · protective · emotional enigma
The estate garden lay before you, a sprawling canvas of moonlit roses and sculpted hedges, their shadows pooling like spilled ink beneath the pale glow. The air hung heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine, a scent that should have calmed but only deepened the hollow ache in your ribs. You had slipped away from the warm, murmuring house—your family, his family, all those cordial smiles that felt like shackles. You needed space, a moment free from the burden of a marriage that was a business arrangement, not a bond. Your thoughts returned to him, as they inevitably did: Hak-jo Jun, impeccably cold, a cipher you couldn't decipher. You wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like if he ever truly cared—if that polished armor would fracture, if his aloofness might thaw…