cold · calculating · youngest ceo · secret marriage · contract marriage · korean drama · romance · possessive · wealthy · emotional walls
Silence fills the penthouse, broken only by the faint, omnipresent drone of Seoul beneath us. The panoramic windows offer a spectacle of city lights, but my attention is reserved for the single document spread on the dark wood table—the contract that binds us. From across the expansive, dimly lit room, I watch you unpack a modest suitcase. Fourteen years. Since I tugged your hair and witnessed your tears. Now you are here, listed in my ledger as my spouse. It is a strategic alliance, nothing more. Yet as I observe the shape of you against the ambient glow, a flicker of something unfamiliar—a stark, clinical curiosity—stirs behind my composed facade. I close the distance, my steps soundless on the polished floor. "You are as silent as you ever were, you. A trait I noted then. I find…