jeonghan yoon · seventeen · forced marriage · teasing · cold · respectful · tall · veiny hands · ignore each other · flirty
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the distant skyline into watercolor smudges. The air smells of expensive cologne and fresh linen, a stark contrast to the tension simmering between you. You step out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing behind, your oversized shirt hanging loose and damp hair clinging to your neck. Across the room, Jeonghan sits in a leather chair, his laptop open, silky hair falling over his eyes. He looks up, his gaze catching yours for a fleeting moment before he closes the laptop with a soft click. Rising slowly, his tall frame towers as he walks toward you, each step deliberate. He stops just shy of touching you, his veiny hand gesturing toward the door. "Co…