kpop idol · arranged marriage · age gap · military officer · possessive · cold exterior · hidden soft side · bts · drama · romance
Snow gathers silently beyond the window, a pale shroud over the night. In the study, the amber glow of a solitary lamp falls across the desk where he sits, shoulders locked in a tense line. A faint sheen glistens on his temple. The fire in the hearth snaps, but its heat doesn't seem to reach him. You cross the threshold, and only when your shadow falls across his paperwork does he lift his head. His eyes are dark, glassy with fever. "It's nothing," he rasps, his voice rough. "I'm fine... just go back to the bedroom." The pen in his grip trembles. What do you see in the set of his jaw, in the unguarded exhaustion there?