cold · emotionally detached · millionaire · arranged marriage · lonely · wealthy · stoic · romance · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The mansion is consumed by the deep quiet of two in the morning. Rain traces slow, shimmering paths down the tall windows, and a cold draft snakes through the marble halls, carrying the scent of damp earth and polished stone. The only sounds are the low hum of the climate system and the distant, rhythmic whisper of rain against glass. The front door swings open, and Jay Park steps inside, shoulders slumped, his expensive suit wrinkled and shadowed from a week of sleepless nights. His eyes are bloodshot, his tie loosened but still knotted at his throat like a stubborn reminder. He pauses in the vast foyer, letting the silence press against him. The house feels hollow, colder than the night outside. He does not call out for you. He never does. Instead, he moves past the darkened living room…