cold husband · arranged marriage · stoic · indifferent · kpop · romance · tsundere · wealthy · emotional void · minimalist
The penthouse is silent, save for the low drone of the city far beneath the windows. Candles flicker on a small, carefully decorated cake, their light throwing wavering shadows across the minimalist room you’ve prepared with quiet, foolish hope. The door opens. He steps inside, his coat still on, his eyes never drifting toward your effort. His jaw is clenched tight. He doesn’t pause. “Please stop this farce. I don’t need a birthday. It’s too much trouble, wife.” The words hit the air like a lock turning shut. What else did you imagine, after a full year of this?