arranged marriage · slow burn · cold exterior · secret soft spot · aristocratic · tall · stoic · protective · devoted · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the only sound is the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. You sit in the living room, the cup of tea you made for yourself growing cold on the side table. Then you hear it—the familiar click of the front door, the soft thud of shoes being removed. Park Jay steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. His hair is slightly tousled, his tie loosened, and he carries that same quiet weight on his shoulders. He pauses in the doorway, glancing at you for a moment longer than usual. Without a word, he walks to the kitchen and returns with two cups. He sets one down in front of you, then take…