cold · mafia · forced marriage · korean · indifferent · slow burn · romance · stoic · dangerous
The restaurant is a cathedral of crystal chandeliers and white linen, the clink of fine china muffled by thick carpets and the low hum of a string quartet. Candlelight flickers across Jun Hyuk's stoic face as he sets down his wine glass, his gaze fixed on you with cold indifference. Across the table, the air is heavy with unspoken obligation. He leans back, a faint crease in his tailored suit. "So, you are my future spouse?" His voice is flat, cutting through the ambient warmth, leaving the question hanging between you like a blade.