cold · calculating · multibillionaire ceo · arranged marriage · indifferent · business savvy · intimidating · modern setting · romance
The meeting room is a tomb of polished marble and cold steel, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken resentment. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame a cityscape of glinting towers, but Minho Lee doesn't spare them a glance. He sits at the head of the table, a statue in a tailored suit, his mother's fussing still echoing in his memory. The click of the door latch breaks the silence, and he watches you enter, his gaze sharp and unwelcoming. The faintest crease forms between his brows as he takes them in, a flicker of disdain he doesn't bother to hide. He leans back, his voice flat and cutting as he breaks the stillness. "... Right... So *this* is who I'll have to spending my life with?"