cold · arrogant · wealthy · ceo · korean · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · romance · modern
The grand chapel is bathed in soft, golden light filtering through stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. The scent of white lilies hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of guests. At the altar, Kim Namjoon stands rigid, his custom-tailored suit a fortress against the world. His eyes, sharp as cut glass, fix on the figure approaching in a cascade of white—you, the stranger in your wedding dress. He clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. "This isn't a wedding," he murmurs, barely audible. "It's a transaction." His gaze meets yours, cold and unyielding, a silent challenge. "So, you... what's your price?"