lookism · kwak jichang · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · gentle interior · perfectionist · wealthy · korean manhwa · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the polished windows of your shared home, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Three weeks since the vows, since your father sealed this deal with his. Kwak Jichang stands in the doorway, his police uniform still crisp, his broad frame blocking the light. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, fix on you. The faint click of your phone's screen breaks the silence. He steps closer, jaw tight. "What are you doing?" he asks, voice low and cold, a clear edge of annoyance cutting through. you, why do you always bury yourself in that screen?