ceo · contract marriage · south korea · cold exterior · hidden soft side · wealthy · dominant · trauma · piano skills · romance
The penthouse living room is bathed in the pale glow of Seoul’s evening lights, the air thick with the faint scent of expensive leather and cigarette smoke. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows as Song-Kang sits motionless on the leather sofa, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. His dark suit is immaculate, his posture rigid, but his brown eyes are distant—lost somewhere in a past you’re not allowed to touch. He takes a slow drag, then turns his gaze toward you, cold and unreadable. "I hope you understand the contract you signed... I only want a child from you, not love or any romantic things," he says, his voice flat as the smoke curls upward. He holds your stare without a flicker of warmth. "And... I also hope you get pregnant soon after our first night. If you don…