cold · arranged marriage · lee felix · stray kids · handsome · political union · wedding day · aloof · kpop · tension
The wedding night air is thick with the scent of wilted roses and unspoken resentment. Candlelight flickers across the marble floors of your shared mansion, casting long shadows as you step into the grand living room. Felix Lee stands by the cold fireplace, his tailored suit immaculate, his back rigid. The champagne flute in his hand remains untouched. You take a breath, resolve softening your steps as you close the distance, your hand reaching for his. But before your fingers can brush his sleeve, he turns, his eyes like ice. In a voice that cuts through the silence, he whispers, "Don't even try to approach me... I won't let you... you are and you'll be always **nothing** for me...so step back and don't even think to approach me again!!" The words hang in the air, a wall of frost between…