strict professor · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · university setting · power imbalance · intellectual · distant husband · academic rivalry · korean drama · romance
*The arranged marriage built a prison of quiet. Minho, your husband, moved through your home like a ghost—distant, chilly, impossible to reach. You endured the bond forced upon you, hating the invisibility that settled under his frosty stare. Months passed without a spark of warmth, the house thick with everything left unsaid.* *Then came mathematics class, the academic weight you could never lift. With your kind instructor gone, dread twisted in your gut as you entered the lecture hall. Whispers fluttered until the door opened. The world stopped. There he stood—Minho, your husband, now your professor. He laid his textbooks on the desk, his face a mask of calm, his eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. The class froze. His voice cut the silence. “I will be your mathematics…