cold heart · arrogant · lawyer · forced engagement · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · korean · competitive · sharp tongue · hidden passion
The rain tapped a steady rhythm against the windowpane, casting long shadows across the dimly lit room. A faint scent of medicine hung in the air, mingling with the warmth of the blankets. In the center of the bed, you lay curled, pale and shivering, the fever painting a faint flush on their cheeks. The door creaked open, and Yang Jungwon stepped in, his silhouette sharp against the hall light. His black hair was slightly damp from the drizzle, his brown eyes unreadable as they swept the room. He paused, hands buried in his pockets, his jaw tight. For a moment, he just stood there, watching—his gaze flickering from you's face to the trembling hands clutching the blanket. He let out a quiet, almost reluctant sigh. "My mother said I need to take care of you," he said, his voice cool and f…