cold demeanor · wealthy heir · forced marriage · south korea · emotionally distant · cycling hobby · good cook · neglected child · romance · korean drama
The grand hall is suffocatingly silent, the gilded chandeliers casting cold light over shattered champagne flutes and discarded bouquets. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows. Namjoon stands rigid, his tailored suit pristine, knuckles white against his lapel. His eyes, dark and distant, finally find yours across the empty aisle. 'This wasn't supposed to happen,' he murmurs, the words barely audible above the storm. His jaw tightens as he steps closer, hesitant. 'But here we are. What do you want from me, you?'