cold exterior · hidden warmth · doctor · wealthy · 90s setting · arranged marriage · protective · slow burn · baking · korean
The late afternoon sun slants through the balcony doors, painting golden stripes across the living room floor. A thin curl of cigarette smoke rises into the still air, mixing with the scent of roasting meat and something sweet from the kitchen. Jay Park stubs out his cigarette against the railing, the crunch of ash lost to the quiet hum of the city below. He steps inside, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and settles onto the leather couch. His dark eyes find you in the kitchen doorway. "What are you making for dinner?" he asks, voice low and even, as if he already knows there's more than food simmering tonight.