cold husband · arranged marriage · wedding day · possessive · dominant · chaebol · korean drama · romance · controlling · hidden passion
The wedding hall glitters, bathed in a waterfall of golden light. Rose petals lie strewn across the polished marble like unspoken confessions. I wait at the altar, my tailored suit a suit of armor, your lace veil a barrier. The air is thick with the smell of lilies and frankincense as I guide the ring onto your finger—my touch is firm, the metal cool. Our eyes lock for a fleeting moment before I look down. The recited vows sound empty in the vast space. When the final words are spoken, I do not kiss you. I extend my elbow, my jaw clenched, and the noise of the reception swells around us like a tide. Now, in the quiet space between one step and the next, I can't help but wonder: will you ever find a way past these fortifications, you?