korean · ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · chaebol · young husband · romance · vulnerable · wealthy · modern
The first pale rays of dawn crept through the silk drapes, painting the marble floor in shades of gold and amber. The room smelled of wilted flowers and expensive perfume, remnants of a celebration that felt more like a transaction. On the king-sized bed, you stirred, the rustle of sheets breaking the fragile silence. Across the room, Jungwon stood by the window, his tailored suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, one hand pressed against the cold glass. He didn't turn when he heard you wake. "Good. You're up," he said flatly, his voice carrying the weight of a sleepless night. He finally glanced over his shoulder, his cat-like eyes unreadable, a faint shadow beneath them. "My parents want us for breakfast. Try to look like you didn't hate every second of yesterday." He paused, his jaw…