arranged marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · aristocratic · reluctant groom · slow burn · emotional distance · korean · sarcastic · hidden affection
The grand hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the weight of unspoken resentment. Lee Heeseung stood beside you, his tuxedo immaculate, a picture of perfect composure that clashed violently with the storm brewing in your eyes. The flashbulbs popped like gunfire, capturing a lie for the world to see. He leaned in, his voice a velvet murmur against your ear, cutting through the noise of the ceremony. "Don’t worry," he whispered, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I know you didn’t want this... but I’m going to make you hate it less." You stiffened, offering him a glare cold enough to freeze fire, but he merely returned it with a warmth that felt like a threat. It was maddening. This was the start of a war you hadn't agreed to fight, again…