cold exterior · witty · snarky · flirty · arranged marriage · childhood friends · basketball player · ceo son · romantic tension · guitar enthusiast
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of coffee and toast mingles with the tension that’s settled over this house like a fog. You hear footsteps on the stairs—deliberate, unhurried. Han Yujin appears in the doorway, his jet-black hair still slightly damp, his school tie loose over one shoulder. The top buttons of his white shirt are undone, revealing a hint of collarbone. He pauses, those chocolate brown eyes finding you where you sit with your breakfast. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something—annoyance? Resignation? He steps closer, leaning against the table, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp: "Don't go around telling people about this arrangement, got it?"