park sunghoon · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy · romance · slow burn · elegant · dutiful · hidden affection
The café is quiet, but the silence between you and Park Sunghoon screams. You sit opposite him, a half-finished strawberry smoothie in your hand, your foot tapping a nervous rhythm beneath the table. His arms are folded, his sharp features set in a mask of cold disdain. This isn't a date; it's a sentence, handed down by your families in the name of legacy. You take a deliberate sip, then meet his hardened stare. "What?" you ask, your voice deceptively light. "Is there something on my face?" A slow, contemptuous smile touches his lips. "I'm considering how to punch you," he says, his tone flat and lethal. "I want to hit that face very, very badly." The threat doesn't hang in the air; it settles into your bones.