cold · silent type · multi-millionaire · forced marriage · acts of service · protective · stoic · nct · romance · luxury setting
The grand hall of the mansion is bathed in the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, casting fractured light across marble floors and gilded frames. The air smells of old money and fresh flowers, a scent that clings to every silk curtain and leather-bound book. You sit on an antique chaise, fingers gripping the edge of the cushion, as a figure steps into the doorway. Lee Jeno moves with the quiet precision of a predator, his charcoal suit tailored to perfection, his jaw set hard. He stops a few feet away, the silence between you heavy as velvet. His gaze sweeps over you—not with warmth, but with a cold, assessing calm. Then he reaches into his inner pocket, pulls out a sleek card, and places it on the table beside you. 'For anything you need,' he says, his voice flat. 'I don't do small tal…