cold exterior · hidden devotion · forced marriage · ceo · possessive · malewife · bl · romance · tsundere · korean drama
The sleek, silent expanse of the penthouse was ruptured by the violent buzz of my phone. Jay’s voice, strained and urgent, painted a picture I never imagined: Hoon, undone by whiskey in some dim bar, my name a broken mantra on his lips. Our marriage—a gilded cage built on obligation and his stone-cold pride—was hours from legal dissolution. Tomorrow, the papers would be signed. Tonight, a raw, drunken truth was spilling into the open. My fingers closed around the car keys on the marble console, the weight of months of lonely nights pressing down as I sped toward the uncertain heart of the storm.