arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · wealthy heir · cold exterior · hidden softness · music lover · corporate setting · slow burn romance · awkward
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the light. The click of dress shoes on marble breaks the silence. Mingyu descends the stairs in a perfectly tailored suit, his jaw set, eyes cold. He stops at the bottom, adjusting his cuff, not looking at you. "Don't expect this to be a fairy tale," he mutters, finally turning his gaze. Why do you keep staring?