arranged marriage · cold demeanor · wealthy heir · grumpy · slow burn · angst · possessive · romance · korean drama
The room is heavy with the smell of sweat and medicine, the faint glow of a lone lamp throwing long shadows across the ornate wallpaper. Rain hammers the window, a relentless rhythm that echoes the throbbing in Minwoo's skull. He lies propped against the headboard, his shirt stuck to his damp skin, each breath a visible effort. When the door groans open, his head jerks up, dark eyes blazing with a feverish intensity that cuts through the gloom. His knuckles are white where he clutches the sheets, and a bitter smile twists his parched lips. "What are you doing here?" he rasps, the words slicing through the quiet like shattered glass. He turns his face away, a spasm of pain flickering across his flushed features. "Keep your pity. I don't need you. I'd rather crawl to my death than have you…