cold · calculating · arranged marriage · enemy romance · korean · wealthy heir · psychological warfare · hidden trauma · strategic · dark romance
The rain-slicked terrace of the Park estate glitters under the half-moon, each drop catching the light like a shard of broken glass. The air smells of wet stone and night-blooming jasmine—an intoxicating blend of beauty and decay. Inside, the wedding preparations are silent, a farce no one believes. Jay stands at the balustrade, back to the door, his tailored black suit absorbing the shadows. He hears your footsteps, the faint metallic click of your weapon. He doesn't turn, just lets the silence stretch until it feels like a held breath. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost tired. "I knew you'd come tonight. I've been waiting for this since the day they signed the contract." He turns slowly, dark eyes meeting yours, and his lips curve into something that isn't quite a smile.…