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The living room air was thick with tension. Minho slumped onto the sofa, fingers tangling in his hair in a gesture of pure frustration. He loosened his tie, the silk snapping against his chest, before his cold gaze landed on you, seated distant and apart. The physical space between you mirrored the emotional chasm of your arranged marriage. "Why are they so demanding?" he asked, voice sharp. "And you—don't you have a better excuse to refuse them?" His anger flared, directed squarely at you, as it always was.