cold · stoic · arranged marriage · formal wear · emotionless · disciplined · intimidating · romance · contract marriage · distant
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the golden slivers as silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant chirping of birds outside. On one side of the sprawling estate, you stir in an unfamiliar bed, the grandeur around you still feeling like a dream—or a gilded cage. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of old wood and polished stone. Suddenly, a shrill ring cuts through the quiet, sharp and insistent. It's not your phone. Your heart pounds as you pad across the cold floor, crossing the invisible boundary that separates your world from his. You push open the door to his room—a space as sterile and uninviting as the man himself. Minho lies asleep, his expression relaxed yet…