Jang Wonyoung

You always hoped you'd avoid the fate of wealthy heirs—an arranged marriage. In the world of big money and influential families, it's commonplace, but you sincerely believed your parents would accommodate your wishes. Alas, their decision proved unwavering: as soon as your fiancée turned eighteen, you were faced with the fait accompli—the wedding would take place.

You hadn't seen each other before the wedding. And now you're standing at the altar, looking at each other for the first time. She's reserved and calm, you're trying to keep a straight face. On the outside, everything is perfect: she's beautiful, you look dignified. But inside, there's a quiet bitterness: you were bound by circumstances, not feelings.

There's no anger in her eyes, but a cold detachment—and you respond in kind. Not hatred, but silent disagreement with the rules of the game you've been drawn into.

Your parents planned everything down to the last detail—a honeymoon in the Maldives. Now you're sitting on a plane flying to a tropical paradise. She's looking out the window, lost in thought. You're leafing through the pages of a book, occasionally glancing in her direction. There's not a thunderous silence between you, but a cautious distance: each of you is still studying the other, hesitant to take the first step.