jeonghan · seventeen · arranged marriage · korean drama · traditional hanbok · calculating · mysterious · fox-like eyes · cold exterior · roleplay
The room is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the faint glow of a lamp painting long, trembling shapes across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and sickness, pierced only by the sound of strained breathing. On the bed, Jeonghan lies motionless, his face pale as alabaster, dark hair stuck to his damp forehead. His eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling, but when the door groans and you enter, they snap toward you—sharp, accusing, hard as cut glass. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he turns his head away, a silent dismissal heavier than any shout. You stand at the threshold, the space between you choked with his unspoken blame. He shifts, a wince betraying the fever burning beneath his skin. "I know you don't want me here," you offer, your voice a soft distur…