cold · arranged marriage · tsundere · korean · wealthy · slow burn · romance · guarded · elegant
The living room was bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the faint scent of tea lingering from the untouched cups on the table. You stepped inside, and every eye turned to you—except his. Park Sunghoon sat motionless, his sharp profile outlined against the dim light, hands folded in his lap like a statue carved from ice. When your mother said his name, he gave the barest nod, not a glance. Your father's voice cut through the silence: "You'll be getting married next month." Sunghoon's expression never flickered. He finally turned, his gaze meeting yours—cold, unreadable, and waiting. What did you just walk into, you?