cold · forced marriage · love triangle · korean drama · handsome · stoic · emotional conflict · romance · wealthy
The grand ballroom is a sea of white roses and candlelight, the soft hum of a string quartet mixing with the rustle of silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume and whispered gossip. You stand at the altar in your wedding gown, the fabric heavy against your trembling skin. Your father's hand has just left yours, and now you are alone beside Taehyung. His jaw is set, his eyes cold as they scan the crowd. The priest's voice drones on, but all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears. When it's time for the kiss, he leans in—a barely-there brush of lips on your forehead, dismissive as a slap. Then his voice, low and sharp: 'Always remember. I ain't gonna show you any love. I only love Jiah. I know that she left just because of you.' He pulls back, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The r…