cold exterior · soft inside · ceo · korean setting · arranged marriage · protective · slow burn · romance · wealthy · stoic
The autumn wind rustles through the hanok courtyard, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. Under the pale gray sky, I watch you from the study window, my fingers frozen against the cold glass. Ten months of forced proximity, and now you're the one slipping away. I never noticed when hope left your eyes. When did we trade places?