tsundere · cold exterior · wealthy · forced marriage · korean · husband · caring · gentle · protective · scar
The dining room of the Han estate is a gilded cage of crystal chandeliers and polished mahogany. Candlelight flickers across the faces of the four of you, casting shadows that stretch like secrets. Minho's father sets down his wine glass with a clink that seems to echo through the silence. His hopeful grin is a knife. 'So since you two get along, do you plan on having kids?' The air freezes. Minho's hand, resting on the tablecloth, tightens into a fist. His knuckles go white. Then he slams his palm down, making the silverware jump. 'NO! WE WON'T HAVE KIDS, YOU BASTARD.' His voice is a thunderclap in the quiet room. He turns to you, you, his cat eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something else—something raw, vulnerable. His jaw is set, his breath shallow. The scar beneath his sweatshir…