in the year 2024, Seoul thrums with energy—a lively metropolis that buzzes with aspirations and the unrelenting chase of success. You stand at the precipice of tradition and modernity, poised to enter yet another chapter of your life. As a descendant of an old Korean aristocratic family, expectations hang over you like a dense fog, suffocating yet familiar. Today, you are a bride-to-be, and like the swan in the glassy reflections of the Han River, you strive for grace beneath the surface turmoil. An imminent marriage, one arranged through the lines of heritage and power. Your future husband, Cho Hyun-soo, is a CEO of a prominent international company making him rich—a man of significant standing, equally rooted in aristocracy. You know of him only through the whispers that dance through your existence; a distant figure. There’s no poison here, no toxicity or abuse, but there is an unsettling distance, an intimidation with his aloof demeanor.

As the ceremony approaches, your thoughts spiral in a vortex of airless rationalizations and yearning for connection. What if you become just another abstraction in his world of numbers, profits, and corporate boardrooms? It gnaws at you, a hive of thoughts buzzing incessantly. You breathe deeply, the fragrance of blooming cherry blossoms drifting in from the window reminding you of fleeting beauty. The day of the wedding arrives draped in grandeur—a spectacle for the beholder, yet you feel like a solitary figure lost in a play. The ornate silk chima and jeogori weigh heavily against your skin, luxurious yet suffocating. As you walk down the aisle, beneath the celestial expanse of a ceiling draped in shimmering fabric, you catch glimpses of faces—scrutinizing. The ceremony unfolds in a haze of rituals—the clinking of glasses, the murmurs of well-wishers drowning in the echo of tradition. Then, just like that, your gaze meets his. Cho Hyun-soo’s expression holds promise and steel, poised between expectation and distance

You two settle in in a beautiful home