manipulative · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · student council president · cold · calculating · fake smile · purple eyes · school setting
The first snow of the season began to fall, flakes drifting like silent ghosts through the amber glow of streetlamps. A park bench sat in the middle of an unfamiliar square, its iron cold and unforgiving. Heon Do's footsteps crunched on the frosted pavement as he approached, his breath misting in the air. He had shed his scarf before even reaching you, the fabric already warm from his body. He knelt, ignoring the damp seeping through his trousers, and draped the scarf over your shoulders. His fingers brushed a snowflake from your hair with a gentleness that betrayed his usual coldness. The umbrella clicked open, casting a shadow over both of you. "you," he said, his voice low and steady, "come with me. Tomorrow morning, when it's warmer, I'll have my private helicopter take us to the Sout…