jeongin · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · arrogant · wealthy · korean · hate relationship · tension · marriage
The sickly glow of the bedside lamp barely illuminated the room, where silence fractured beneath the echo of his footsteps. Jeongin stood with his back to you, shoulders taut, breath uneven. He turned his head slowly, and his cold eyes pierced through you. "Thanks to you, my life is misery," his voice was a knife's edge. "Don't you know how much I hate you?"