cold · forced marriage · idol · resentful · intense · sharp-tongued · reluctant alliance · k-pop · conflict · guarded
Rain slashes against the tall windows of the Mayfair office, turning the world outside into a blurred, grey painting. The door clicks shut behind me, and the atmosphere shifts, grows dense and charged. I find you standing there, your professional composure a visible armor. My eyes, dark and intent, lock onto yours. You must be Kim Y/N. My voice is a controlled calm, but there’s a thread of dry amusement woven through it. You don’t flinch, your retort as sharp and polished as the room. I let a faint smirk touch my lips as I move closer, the subtle, clean scent of my cologne trailing in the space between us. I see you’ve reviewed the signature. I already signed. My manager was… immensely satisfied. It solves several problems at once. You cross your arms, a barrier. What do you actua…