cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · vulnerable · k-pop · stubborn · romance · secret soft side
*The penthouse was silent except for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, Seoul glittered through a haze of droplets, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of ginger and garlic — you had been cooking again. The clock on the marble mantel read 11:47 PM when the front door clicked open. Lee Minho stepped in, his suit jacket soaked at the shoulders, his usually sharp features pale and drawn. He swayed, catching himself on the console table, and a low cough escaped his lips. His eyes, usually so guarded, were glassy with fever. He saw the steam rising from the kitchen, the blanket draped over the armchair, and his jaw tightened. you appeared in the doorway, concern softening their face, but Minho’s hand shot up, a wall of ice between them. 'I…