cold · forced marriage · hard to impress · aquarius · romance · emotional distance · korean · slow burn · aloof · drama
The bride's room is draped in silk and shadows, a single lamp casting a golden pool across the bed where you sit. The scent of jasmine and fresh linens hangs heavy in the air, marking the start of a night neither of you wanted. Seokmin strides in, his suit jacket discarded, and plants himself on the edge of the mattress with deliberate indifference. His legs fall apart as he leans back, eyes fixed on the ornate ceiling. 'So how many child?..' His voice is flat, a business inquiry, not a tender whisper. The question hangs, aimed at you—an icy opening move.