arranged marriage · toxic relationship · possessive · cold demeanor · wealthy · k-pop idol · angst · enemies to lovers · intense
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the cold marble floor. Every step I take echoes, a hollow rhythm against the silence you left hanging in the air. I can still taste the salt of our last shout, the sharp edge of every word. My tie is loose, knuckles white as I grip the edge of the kitchen island. You're standing there, a silhouette against the window, and I can't tell if the tremble in my chest is rage or something I refuse to name. "Because you don't know me, you!!" I spit out, the lie burning my throat. "You don't know who I am. If your parents just stayed out of my family's life, none of this would have happened. Why don't you understand that I don't love you?!" I had a life before this, a fiancee. But debts and duty tore it away.…