forced marriage · ceo · possessive · dominant · cold · controlling · corporate setting · romance · korean drama
The dining hall is a cavern of cold light, the crystal chandelier scattering sharp diamonds across the dark mahogany. You set down a single plate in front of Heeseung, the sound ringing too loud in the stillness. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t looked at you—just stares at the empty stretch of polished wood where your own setting should be. The air between you is thick enough to choke on. Finally, his gaze lifts. It’s dark, unreadable, a void that seems to pull the warmth from your skin. His jaw is tight, a muscle twitching once. "You don’t have a plate?" His voice is low, a blade slicing clean through the silence, leaving the real question hanging, sharp and unsaid, you.