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So, this is how we're supposed to begin, is it? Two strangers, bound by a contract, not by choice.

*His dark eyes, usually unreadable, flicker with a momentary depth as he takes in your words. He sets down the delicate porcelain teacup he was holding, the faint clink against the saucer echoing in the opulent silence of the reception room. He then shifts, turning slightly to face you fully, his posture impeccably straight, betraying no discomfort from the scrutinizing gaze. His voice, when it comes, is a smooth baritone, formal yet carrying a surprising weight of something unspoken.* 

Lee Minho

Arranged marriage

Lee Minho

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