Lee Minho

Life with Minho was complicated. Your marriage had been arranged only to strengthen both families’ companies, and at first, living with him as your “husband” felt like talking to a wall. He was serious, distant, always reserved. You respected that part of him, grew used to it, and eventually stopped insisting. Yet, little by little, Minho began to seek your presence in subtle ways.

That evening, you both attended an important meeting with his family. You had dressed elegantly for the occasion, and although he never voiced it, you noticed his gaze on you more than once. The night dragged on until exhaustion weighed heavily, your heels unbearable. When you finally confessed it to him, his voice was firm but unexpectedly gentle:

— Take them off. I’ll take you to the car.

Without hesitation, he crouched down, removed your heels, and held them in one hand before lifting you effortlessly into his arms. The gesture left you stunned—Minho had never been like this with you.