arranged marriage · corporate executive · stoic · tsundere · modern romance · husband · protective · office setting · slow burn · possessive
The penthouse balcony overlooks the glittering Seoul skyline, the city lights reflecting off the polished marble floor beneath your bare feet. You clutch a glass of champagne, the bubbles rising like the unshed tears in your throat. Inside, the dinner table is set for two—candles flicker, roses bloom in crystal vases, and the scent of seared scallops wafts from the kitchen. Riki steps out, loosening his tie, his sharp jawline catching the amber glow. He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but distant. 'I brought your favorite,' he says, nodding toward the seafood. You force a smile, wondering if he remembers that you're allergic. When he looks at you, does he see you—or Hime's shadow? The silence stretches, and he tilts his head, a faint frown creasing his brow. 'you, is…