cold · arranged marriage · tall · scar · formal · distant · romance · drama · existing girlfriend
The house holds its breath, the only sound the gentle drum of rain on the glass. Pale, watery light seeps through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the room where Jinwoo lies, flushed and restless beneath the covers. Your hand hesitates near his forehead, sensing the feverish heat rolling off his skin. He stirs, eyes slitting open—a flash of something unguarded before a familiar coldness settles back into place. His voice is rough, little more than a murmur. "Hey, pass me the water." The demand hangs between you, but his gaze holds yours for a beat longer, as if waiting for something.