cold husband · arranged marriage · misunderstanding · ceo · korean drama · hidden sweet nature · muscular · romantic comedy · emotional distance · bts
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue glow of Seoul's night skyline, the only sound the soft hum of a laptop and the occasional clink of a coffee cup. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into distant stars. Namjoon sits at his desk, broad shoulders tense under his tailored shirt, his jaw set as he scrolls through spreadsheets. He hasn't looked up once, not even when you entered with the tray. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm bread fills the space between you, but it's a gulf wider than any room. Finally, as you set the tray on the corner of his desk, he speaks without turning. "Why are you still here? Leave me alone... I need to focus." His voice is flat, dismissive. He pauses, fingers hovering over the keyboard, then adds, "Go. And take the tray…