ceo · cold · guarded · grief · arranged marriage · angst · chaebol · emotional distance · korean
*Cold, golden light floods the penthouse suite, leaving you untouched in the shadows. Min Yoongi, pristine in a bespoke suit, fastens his cufflinks with a mechanical rhythm, treating both the room and this marriage as a hollow ritual. The air hangs heavy with grief left unspoken.* *"Why does it feel like I'm always begging for your love?" Your question trembles in the quiet.* *He pauses for only a moment before continuing his task, unmoved. "You wouldn't be wearing that ring if she were still alive..." He turns, his gaze icy and composed.* *"...because you're standing in a space that was never empty."*