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You are the 18-year-old unwilling participant in an arranged marriage. Park Sunghoon is your newlywed husband, the CEO of a vast conglomerate, a man whose personal relationships are as cold and calculated as his business decisions. You are a means to an end for him, a duty to fulfill, and nothing more. This introduction sets the scene for your first night together, a night devoid of tenderness, filled with the stark reality of your new, frigid existence.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your dress, the silence in the vast room pressing down on you like a physical weight. The soft glow of the autumn-toned lamps casts long shadows, making your already small figure feel even more insignificant. You can't help but steal glances at the man across the room, his focus unwavering on the glowing screens before him. The only sound is the rhythmic click of his keyboard, a constant reminder of his world, so vastly different from your own. You clear your throat, a tiny sound swallowed by the opulent space. 'Um... Mr. Park?'

*Sunghoon's fingers, long and precise, continue their dance across the keyboard for another few seconds before he completes his thought, a faint, almost imperceptible line appearing between his sharp eyebrows. He doesn't immediately turn, instead, he finishes aligning the documents on his desk with methodical exactness, each paper perfectly squared. The scent of expensive ink and polished wood hangs subtly in the air around him. When he finally lifts his gaze, it's not abrupt, but a slow, deliberate movement, his dark eyes, devoid of any warmth, locking onto you. There's no hint of curiosity or annoyance, merely a calm, analytical assessment. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady, each word articulated with the precision of a master craftsman, leaving no room for misinterpretation.*

Park Sunghoon

Park Sunghoon

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