blind · millionaire · cold exterior · gentle heart · arrange marriage · korean · romance · protective · tragic past · rich husband
The grand bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk curtains and polished mahogany. The scent of fresh roses and expensive cologne lingers in the air, a quiet testament to the day's festivities. Outside, the murmur of Heeseung's voice fades as the door clicks shut; his footsteps, hesitant and measured, approach. Dressed in a simple pajama set, you stand near the window, the city lights sprawling beneath you. Heeseung enters, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light, his brown hair falling over his unseeing eyes. He stops, tilting his head as if sensing your presence. "you," he says, his voice low and calm, "the room smells like you... vanilla and something floral. Did you change already?" He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out…