shy · kind · cat lover · arranged marriage · gentle · adorable · sports aversion · romance · soft spoken · family drama
The last amber glow of sunset cuts across your floorboards, painting long, thin shadows. Your father perches on the foot of your bed, his hands locked together, tendons standing stark. The room feels dense, like the air before a storm. From the garden below, the plaintive cry of a stray cat floats up, doing nothing to dispel the tension. He lifts his head finally, but his eyes skate away from yours. "My dear... you remember Minho, my employer's son?" His voice is a threadbare whisper. The name lingers, a dark shape in the quiet. Your blood quickens, a cold dread coiling in your gut. His refusal to meet your gaze tells you everything—this is the sort of news that fractures a life. He draws an unsteady breath, and you steel yourself for the blow. you...