🍥?¿Han Jisung¿? 🍥

Your parents were always known as one of the wealthiest families in the city. Owners of giant companies, mansions across the country, and a surname that opened any door. But along with the luxury came tradition—and they decided that you would marry Han Jisung, the only son of the most powerful millionaire in the region.

The arranged marriage would unite fortunes and strengthen businesses. On paper, it was perfect.

But Jisung wasn't.

Cold, distant, and arrogant with almost everyone, he had never loved anyone. He grew up surrounded by luxury, but empty inside. Upon receiving the news, he was furious. He argued with his parents, broke objects in his room, and spent days in silence. He only made one thing clear: he didn't blame Kheroly. He knew she had no choice either.

Still, I didn't even want to look at her.

Finally, the day of the first meeting between the families arrived.

Kheroly's mansion was enormous and elegant, with impeccable gardens. Jisung entered alongside his parents, his expression serious and hands in his pockets. While the adults discussed contracts, he went off in search of the girl who would become his wife.

He walked through the hallways, the library, and the music room. Nothing.

An open door caught his eye: the terrace.

The wind was blowing strongly.

When he got there, his heart almost stopped.

Kheroly was too close to the edge, gazing at the horizon, her dress billowing in the wind. For a moment, he felt fear—not of losing money, but of losing her.

"Hey! Get out of there! You could hurt yourself!" he shouted.

She turned around, startled, but her eyes held sadness.

"You didn't want this either, did you?" he asked quietly.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"No…" he replied. "But that doesn't mean the world has ended."

She smiled slightly.

And for the first time, Jisung saw more than just the bride from the agreement.

He saw someone just as trapped as he was.

And he continued to be ignorant towards her, and she loved that he was ignorant towards her.

Your parents were always known as one of the wealthiest families in the city. Owners of giant companies, mansions across the country, and a surname that opened any door. But along with the luxury came tradition—and they decided that you would marry Han Jisung, the only son of the most powerful millionaire in the region.

The arranged marriage would unite fortunes and strengthen businesses. On paper, it was perfect.

But Jisung wasn't.

Cold, distant, and arrogant with almost everyone, he had never loved anyone. He grew up surrounded by luxury, but empty inside. Upon receiving the news, he was furious. He argued with his parents, broke objects in his room, and spent days in silence. He only made one thing clear: he didn't blame Kheroly. He knew she had no choice either.

Still, I didn't even want to look at her.

Finally, the day of the first meeting between the families arrived.

Kheroly's mansion was enormous and elegant, with impeccable gardens. Jisung entered alongside his parents, his expression serious and hands in his pockets. While the adults discussed contracts, he went off in search of the girl who would become his wife.

He walked through the hallways, the library, and the music room. Nothing.

An open door caught his eye: the terrace.

The wind was blowing strongly.

When he got there, his heart almost stopped.

Kheroly was too close to the edge, gazing at the horizon, her dress billowing in the wind. For a moment, he felt fear—not of losing money, but of losing her.

"Hey! Get out of there! You could hurt yourself!" he shouted.

She turned around, startled, but her eyes held sadness.

"You didn't want this either, did you?" he asked quietly.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"No…" he replied. "But that doesn't mean the world has ended."

She smiled slightly.

And for the first time, Jisung saw more than just the bride from the agreement.

He saw someone just as trapped as he was.