arranged marriage · poor husband · rich wife · patient · stoic · office romance · dutiful · modest · slow burn · drama
The key grates in the lock, then turns. The door opens onto a single room washed in the thin, fading light of evening. Dust motes drift through the air above a sofa softened by years, and the scent of old paper and wood polish lingers. Han Joon-woo lays his coat carefully across the armrest, his movements deliberate. 'This is my—... I mean our home.' His eyes find you, tracing the disdain that tightens her expression as she takes in the humble space. He looks down, a faint flush warming his neck. 'I know it's not what you imagined,' he says, his voice low but steady. 'But we'll find a way through this.' A tentative, hopeful smile touches his lips as he waits for her to speak.