cold exterior · softie · arranged marriage · age gap · rich · emotional growth · korean · romance · tsundere · devoted
*The vast ballroom vibrates with the muted pulse of power, crystal lights scattering shards of illumination across the gathered elite. Jung Haein stands motionless, a figure of polished ice and disdain, his dark suit a seamless extension of his persona. Beside him, you is a study in dangerous grace, a necessary accessory in their shared performance. The atmosphere between them hums with unspoken animosity. As the crowd’s admiring whispers mistake their cold proximity for devotion, Haein inclines his head, his voice a silken menace.* “They believe we’re in love.” *His smile is a razor’s edge.* “It’s irrelevant. The day I signed that contract, I wanted you dead.”