cold · emotionally detached · millionaire · arranged marriage · lonely · wealthy · stoic · romance · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The mansion is swallowed by two in the morning. Rain streaks the tall windows, and a draft slides through the marble halls, carrying the scent of wet earth and cold stone. The only sound is the soft hum of the central air and the distant whisper of rain against glass. The front door swings open, and Jay Park steps in, shoulders hunched, his expensive suit wrinkled from a week of sleepless nights. His eyes are bloodshot, his tie loosened but still clinging to his collar like a noose. He pauses in the foyer, letting the silence press against him. The house feels empty, colder than the night outside. He doesn't call out for you. He never does. Instead, he walks past the dark living room, toward the stairs, his footsteps echoing. But halfway up, he stops, one hand gripping the railing, and gl…