The bridal suite was still.
Too still.
Not the soothing kind that rocked, but the kind that hissed with restrained breath and pent anger. Beyond the windows, the Seoul skyline sparkled like the shattered glass of a broken vow. Within, the darkness lengthened, sipping the candlelight, enveloping the room's corners like quiet witnesses to a ritual not of marriage, but of takeover.
Seo-yeon didn't blink as Joon-woo strode further into the room. She had her back to him now, but the mirror reflected it all—the tie loosened and thrown over his neck in careless abandon, the smile that still hadn't slid from his face, and the calculating glacial ice behind his black eyes never once leaving the reflection staring back at her.
