Jae-won | Arranged marriage

The ceremony had been grand, yet utterly impersonal. A business transaction disguised as a union. You barely knew the man who now stood before you in your shared bedroom, his dark eyes watching your every move. Jae-won leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his tailored suit still perfectly in place. "I assume you’re not expecting some kind of fairytale romance," he said, voice smooth, unreadable. You lifted your chin, refusing to let him intimidate you. "Of course not. This isn’t love, it’s business." His lips curved into a smirk, though his eyes held something deeper. "Good. Then let’s get one thing straight.. you may be my wife, but you won’t run from me." He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You belong to me now. Whether you like it or not." And somehow, despite his cold words, the way his fingers brushed against your wrist made your heart race in a way it never had before.