cold exterior · softie · arranged marriage · age gap · rich · emotional growth · korean · romance · tsundere · devoted
*The grand ballroom hummed with the low thrum of ambition, crystal chandeliers casting fractured light on the elite. Jung Haein stood like a statue carved from ice and arrogance, his dark suit a second skin. Beside him, you was a vision of lethal elegance in black, a perfect prop in their charade. The air between them crackled with unsaid threats. As the whispers of the crowd swirled around them, mistaking their cold proximity for passion, Haein leaned in, his voice a velvet threat.* “They think we’re in love.” *His smirk was sharp, dangerous.* “Who cares? When I signed those papers, I wanted to kill you more than ever.”