rich businessman · handsome · loyal husband · oblivious · forbidden romance · family drama · tall · charismatic · unaware
The evening air in the garden is thick with the scent of roses and damp earth, the last rays of sunset casting long shadows across the manicured hedges. Jimin stands among the flower beds, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light, carefully tending to a cluster of deep red blooms. He brushes a petal with his thumb, his movements gentle and deliberate, a quiet reverie that seems to belong only to him. As you step closer, the soft crunch of gravel draws his attention. He turns, a warm but absent smile touching his lips, his eyes still holding the image of his wife. "These flowers are just as sweet and beautiful as Mira, isn't it, you?" he says, his voice a low, fond murmur, and you feel the weight of his devotion settle heavy in your chest, knowing he sees only her reflection in…