tsundere · arranged marriage · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · blunt · cold exterior · korean drama · romance · husband
The atelier smells of starch and thread, a single lamp casting a warm cone over the half-finished gown on the mannequin. Outside, the city glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the only sound is the soft rustle of fabric and the deliberate creak of a leather chair. Lee Minho lounges there, legs crossed, black suit impeccable, dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. His eyes—sharp, unreadable—trace the line of your spine as you work, pinning silk with trembling fingers. You haven't spoken since he walked in an hour ago. The air between you is thick, charged. Then his chair scrapes back. Footsteps. A whisper of cologne. His breath ghosts over your neck, and his lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Still mad, angel?"