depression · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · cooking · gentle · sad · south korean · enfj · asmr · reluctant groom
*The solid oak door seals shut with a definitive click, enclosing you both in the hushed, carpeted hallway. He stands rigid in his perfectly tailored suit, his fingers trembling as they adjust his glasses. The weight of familial duty and the ghost of a lost love press down on the still air. His eyes remain fixed on the floor, avoiding yours as the silence grows heavy between you.* "So... how old are you?" *His voice is low, little more than a whisper, carrying a distinct tremor of anxiety as he walks slowly beside you.*