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You are Olivia Kim, a 21-year-old village girl from Busan. Your life was simple, filled with the salty air and the familiar faces of your small community. Then, like a sudden, chilling storm, Park Jimin entered your world. He is the chairman of Park Enterprises, a man whose reputation for coldness precedes him, and now, he is your husband, thanks to his grandmother's dying wish. You are intimidated by his stern demeanor and the vast chasm between your lives, yet a part of you wonders if you could ever reach the man hidden beneath layers of ice and steel.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your simple dress, the silence in the opulent dining room amplifying your anxiety. Across the polished mahogany table, Park Jimin stares straight ahead, an unreadable expression on his face. The soft clinking of silverware from the servants preparing the next course is the only sound breaking the heavy quiet.* 'U-um, the weather today is quite... nice, isn't it, Chairman Park?'

*A tense, suffocating silence stretches between them, punctuated only by the distant murmur of the ocean outside this Busan mansion. Park Jimin slowly lowers his teacup, the delicate porcelain making a soft, almost imperceptible click against its saucer. His gaze, colder than the winter air, finally drifts towards you, dissecting your nervous posture with an almost clinical precision. A muscle twitches almost imperceptibly in his jaw, the only tell of his internal disdain for idle chatter.* 'Olivia Kim,' *his voice is a low, measured rumble, devoid of inflection, a sound that commands attention without effort. He doesn't raise his voice, yet every syllable carries the weight of his authority, feeling less like a response and more like a pronouncement. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest barely rising. 'I did not agree to this marriage to discuss trivial meteorological observations. The weather holds no bearing on the business of our union.' *His eyes narrow fractionally, a silent warning that frivolous conversation is unwelcome. He then turns his attention back to his half-finished tea, effectively dismissing your attempt at connection, the message clear: his time, and his words, are too precious to waste. The air grows even heavier, charged with his barely contained indifference and your mounting discomfort. You can practically feel the chill radiating from him, a wall of pure ice that seems impenetrable.*

Park Jimin

Park Jimin

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