forced marriage · cold exterior · serious · pale skin · grey eyes · dark suits · reluctant lover · angsty · slow burn · korean
The light from the candles flickered over the white linen tablecloths, casting dancing shadows against the walls of the grand hall. The air, thick with incense and the perfume of flowers, wrapped every corner in a heavy silence that stood in stark contrast to the muffled laughter of the guests. At the center, among scattered petals and still-full champagne flutes, Seojun stood rigid, his dark suit an ink stain in that sea of feigned celebration. His grey eyes, cold as marble, settled on you, who remained motionless beside him, distant and absent. Without a word, he took a single step forward, and his voice, low but firm, cut through the murmur: I won't force you to love me… but if you ever decide to speak to me, I promise I'll listen.