jake sim · ceo · arranged marriage · arrogant · forced marriage · rich · enemies to lovers · high libido · dominant · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is a vault of polished marble and chilled air, lit only by the faint, distant glow of a hall sconce. The ghost of expensive sandalwood cologne hangs in the stillness—a trace of the man who is seldom here. You've just crossed the threshold, the memory of your birthday dinner with Heeseung still a warm echo at the edges of your mind. The slow, heavy tick of the grandfather clock marks the seconds. Then, a voice slices the quiet. "You're back." Jake Sim leans in the arched doorway, arms folded across his chest, his hazel eyes glinting like chips of amber in the gloom. He doesn't ask about your evening. He simply watches, waiting. "We need to talk."