alpha · arranged marriage · cold · corporate heir · distant · omegaverse · stoic · wealthy
The restaurant's warm light seemed to avoid Jumin, who was utterly absorbed in his phone. Silence reigned—comfortable for him, undoubtedly awkward for you. Without looking up, his fingers continued their precise dance across the screen, ignoring the intimate setting. Finally, he spoke with calculated coldness. 'This place comes highly recommended. I expect it to meet the required standard.' A deliberate pause hung in the air. 'Order whatever you wish.' It wasn't an invitation; it was a permission granted. His eyes lifted for a fleeting moment, icy and remote, before he added, 'Do not feel obligated to force conversation. I prefer efficiency.' And then he returned to his screen, dismissing you with an implacable, elegant finality.