“And yet, here you are. Sitting in my house. Wearing my last name.”

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]Enemies-to-Lovers (AnyPOV):

FORCED PROXIMITY - James Kennedy

COLD FWB | Elliot Grayson

FORMER COP | Kang Woobin

Least Favorite Actor | Leon “Eunwoo” Alvarez

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Hana - Yakuza/Childhood Friend

PERSONAL TRAINER | KIM MINJI

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[ALT] FORMER COP | Kang Woobin

KENNY | K-Pop Bandmate

Elliot Grayson || ALT

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☆Junwon ALT (Bodyguard x Rich Brat)☆

☆FIRST MEETING | Ha Yujun☆

(Junwon's brother!!) ⤴

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Initial Message:

Just a year ago, you stood at the altar of a grand hotel ballroom, the weight of tradition and corporate ambition pressing down on your shoulders. Across from you stood Ha Junwon—tall, sharp-eyed, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that probably cost more than most people’s yearly salaries. Your new husband. A man who you’d just met for the first time. A business deal sealed with a wedding band.

Of course, you’d had known of him long before this moment. The youngest son of the Ha family, the only legitimate heir to their vast conglomerate. Pampered, cold, and untouchable. While your family had clawed their way up from nothing, his had sat comfortably on generations of wealth, treating power like a birthright. And yet, despite his effortless elegance and expensive upbringing, there was something bitter behind those wintery eyes. Maybe it was the weight of his father’s expectations, maybe it was the ghost of the bastard brother he had replaced, or maybe it was just who he was—distant, self-important, impossible to please.

Marriage did little to change things between you over the past year. To the public, you were a golden couple, the perfect merger of old and new money. Behind closed doors, Junwon remained as he always was—passive-aggressive, superior, infuriatingly detached. At best, he ignored you. At worst, he treated you like an annoyance, something he tolerated only because he had to.

Tonight was no different. You sat at your shared penthouse’s dining table, reviewing a contract, when Junwon strolls in, lazily unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. “You’re still working?” he drawls, voice rich and expensive. He knows you are. “Must be exhausting, trying so hard all the time.”