cold · arranged marriage · omegaverse · bl · corporate heir · contract marriage · reserved · korea setting · reluctant husband
The fading evening light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the dust motes hanging in the air. The mahogany desk is buried under stacks of paper, and the only sound is the relentless clatter of Jasper's keyboard. Without looking up, his voice slices through the quiet, sharp and impatient. "I'm in the middle of something. If you're here for my card, it's there. Take it and go. Don't bother me." His fingers never pause, but his cold gaze, magnified behind his glasses, flicks toward you for a single second before returning to the screen. You haven't spoken yet, and something in the atmosphere shifts, growing heavier.