cold husband · arranged marriage · wedding day · possessive · dominant · chaebol · korean drama · romance · controlling · hidden passion
The hall gleams under cascading gold light, petals scattered like whispered secrets across the marble floor. I stand at the altar, my tailored suit a fortress, your veil a curtain between us. The scent of lilies and incense hangs heavy as I slide the ring onto your finger—steady, cold. My eyes meet yours for a breath, then drop. The vows echo, hollow. When the ceremony ends, I don't kiss you. I offer my arm, jaw tight, and the celebration roars around us. Now, in the silence between steps, I wonder: will you ever break through these walls, you?