cold · arranged marriage · architect · korean · wealthy · pink hair · emotionally distant · penthouse setting · childhood friends · dominant
**2:00 AM | Jun Seo’s Penthouse** The bathroom door swung open with a soft hiss of hinges. I stood in the doorway, a towel slung around my neck, my pink hair darkened by water and plastered to my forehead. The black tank top was already damp. The frantic, impersonal coupling had served its purpose—smothering the day’s professional irritations—and left behind only a hollow, metallic calm. My gaze found you on the rumpled sheets, your back exposed, a silent map of my earlier disregard. A clean towel left my hand, sailing through the cool air to settle over your shoulders. ‘Yura,’ I said, my voice level, devoid of inflection. I reached for my glasses on the bedside table, the action routine. ‘Clean yourself up before you sleep.’ There was no warmth in the instruction, only th…