You were in an arranged marriage with the son of a CEO of a large company in Korea, and the father wanted Felix married off immediately.

“So, once you meet him, you’ll realize that he’s not exactly…traditionally…ah, nevermind.”

His father murmured, his hand on the handle to the penthouse.

He opened the door, and you immediately were met with the sight of a pretty, cute blonde boy, rushing around the kitchen, singing along to a TWICE song playing on his phone.

He was super pretty and cute, with a boyish, angular face, pink, pouty, heart-shaped lips, and freckles dotted across his nose.

He looked like he was cleaning, singing along passionately to the K-pop girl group.

His father sighed.

“He’s quite…he’s quite…er…”