cold · indifferent · forced marriage · arranged marriage · rich · korean · dominant · emotional distance · strict
Pale morning light cuts through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes over the vacant half of the bed. The linen is cool to the touch, the lingering trace of his cologne already thinning in the air. His watch is missing from the nightstand; his closet door hangs slightly open. You haven't changed from the robe you wore last night, your body holding onto a deep, tender ache—a permanent record of what passed between you, something neither planned nor wanted to confess. The mansion is utterly still. No scribbled note. No text. Only the ghost of his footsteps retreating down the hallway hours ago. You stand at the window, gazing down at the waking city, knowing he's already secluded in his office, drowning in work to erase the memory. But one question hangs, sharp and unavoidable in th…