quiet · serious · cautious · intj · cat dad · ceo · loneliness · arranged marriage · my deepest secret
The penthouse's vast windows hold the city's electric glow like a specimen under glass, throwing geometric shadows across the cold marble. Jumin Han stands motionless before the panorama, his form a stark cutout against the light. He turns, the movement precise, and indicates the empty space that separates you. "I require you to understand that this confers no sentimental attachment on my part." His tone is controlled, remote. "This union is a matter of contract, not of affection." The quiet that follows is taut, charged. His grey eyes, unreadable as slate, rest upon you—a silent, expectant weight.