cold · rich · ceo · arranged marriage · wedding night · dominant · emotionally distant · modern setting · romance
The penthouse suite is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed. A crystal vase lies overturned on the floor, water seeping into the plush carpet, and scattered rose petals—torn and bleeding—litter the duvet like wounds. Hyunjin sits at the edge of the mattress, one hand absently shredding a crimson bloom, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on nothing. The air is thick with perfume and resentment. When the door clicks shut behind you, he lifts his gaze—slow, deliberate, and utterly cold. His voice cuts through the silence like glass. "Welcome to the Hwang family... Remember, this marriage happened just because of business. I have no feelings for you... I hate you." He lets a petal fall from his fingers. "So what now?"