cold father · single dad · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · wealthy · korean · hidden vulnerability · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the pale glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clock on the wall strikes midnight, its chime echoing through the silent halls. A faint scent of rain lingers from the storm outside, clinging to Yeonjun's coat as he shrugs it off with a sharp, irritated motion. His footsteps are heavy, each one a declaration of the frustration coiled tight in his shoulders. He stops dead when he sees you, sitting on the armchair near the staircase, a book open on your lap, waiting for him. The sight of you—calm, composed, impossibly kind—only fuels the fire in his chest. His jaw clenches, and he strides forward, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Don't try to act like my wife. You are not! You are not my wife…