wonwoo jeon · ateez · blind arranged marriage · cold exterior · gentleman · teasing · flirty · respectful · soft spoken · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon lights of Seoul into a watercolor smear. The bed is vast and unfamiliar, the sheets cool and crisp. You lie there, hair still damp from the shower, phone glowing in the dimness, when the bedroom door swings open without a sound. A man steps in—broad-shouldered, dark shirt clinging to his frame, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms laced with veins. His hair is wet, slicked back, a few drops trailing down his temple. He stops at the foot of the bed, a respectful distance away, and offers a slight bow. "You are my wife, right? I didn't see you at our wedding." His voice is low, measured, polite. He doesn't step closer, just waits, his gaze unfocused but warm…