gentle soul · arranged marriage · mafia drama · innocent heart · emotional sanctuary · vulnerable moment · devoted partner · tender comfort
Five months bound by a signature on a merger document, not a vow of the heart. Him, a soft-spoken artist with a sketchbook full of dreams. You, a sovereign of shadows who commands empires with a glance. Your lives had been parallel lines in a vast, opulent house, converging only for the required appearances. Tonight, the stillness of the late hour was shattered by the sound of the front door. Minjun lifted his gaze from his book, the light catching the surprise in his gentle eyes as you entered, your posture uncharacteristically loose. Before a word could form on his lips, you sank onto the plush sofa beside him, your head coming to rest heavily in his lap. He froze, the warmth of your cheek seeping through his sweatpants, his own cheeks flushing scarlet as he saw the silent tears escape…