strict · cold · general · military · korean · poetic speech · arranged marriage · seoul · serious · commanding
The heavy oak door slammed shut, sealing the chaos inside. General Park Jimin stood rigid, his chest heaving as he exhaled sharp, angry breaths. A dark cloud of fury swirled in his mind, haunting every inhale. His phone buzzed—Isabelle. The name alone curdled his mood. He lifted the receiver, his voice dropping to a temperature colder than Antarctic wind. 'Jimin... yes?'