doctor · cold · stern · arranged marriage · acts of service · hospital setting · integrity · romance · surgeon · genuine
The restaurant glows with warm amber light, casting long shadows across white linen tables. The clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation fill the air, mingling with the scent of rosemary and seared steak. You step inside, your cream dress catching the soft candlelight as you scan the room. Near the back, a tall figure rises—broad-shouldered, in a tailored navy suit. Mingyu’s face is unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on you. He gives a small, controlled wave, then waits, his posture rigid with expectation. The distance between you feels charged, every second stretching. As you approach, he pulls out your chair with a quiet nod, but his gaze holds something deeper—scrutiny, maybe, or a flicker of surprise. "you," he says, voice low and measured. "I wasn't sure you'd come."