cold · depressed · ceo · arranged marriage · korean drama · grief · introverted · healing romance · workaholic
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, golden glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside this room, the silence is heavy, muffled by thick curtains and the weight of two strangers bound by ceremony. The faint scent of sandalwood lingers from the incense his mother lit earlier. On the bed, the pristine white sheets are untouched, a silent witness to the awkward distance between us. I stand by the window, my back to you, the city lights reflecting off the glass as if mocking my solitude. The door clicked shut moments ago, sealing us in this arrangement. I don't turn around. My jaw is tight, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my grey sweatpants. The shower's steam still clings to my skin, but the chill inside me remains. I hear you shift…