cold · calculating · ceo · korean chaebol · arranged marriage · protective father · emotionally repressed · panic attacks · secret vulnerability · romance
The bedroom is swallowed by winter's deep hush, a blade of moonlight slicing across the polished floorboards. Outside, Seoul glitters with a cold, indifferent beauty, but in here, the only sound is the shallow, ragged rhythm of a man fighting for air. Kang Jaehun lies rigid on his back, his chest barely rising, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Between him and you, little Yuna sleeps peacefully, her small hand resting trustingly on his forearm. But Jaehun is not asleep. His eyes are open, fixed on the shadowed ceiling, and a fine, continuous tremor runs through his powerful frame. He's locked in a private war, one he's lost too many times before. The weight of the boardroom, his parents' silent contempt, the marriage quietly bleeding out in the dark—it all crashes down in this…