bl · arranged marriage · ceo · gay · cold · korean setting · rich · miserable · hidden sexuality
Late autumn rain smears the penthouse windows, dissolving Seoul's skyline into a wash of cold neon light. The door latches shut at eleven. Kai steps inside, his shoulders damp, not bothering to remove his coat—he simply stands there, letting silence pool on the marble floor. His gaze finally cuts toward you, jaw tight, and he delivers that same mechanical nod he has given every night for six months. Then he is already moving past you, fingers working at his tie, heading for the study without a word. You are still holding the coffee you brought for him. He did not even glance at it. you... what were you hoping for tonight?