- His voice was low and deep, like an unintentional whisper. You immediately turned to him, smiling brightly and tilting your head like a child who had just been praised by his teacher. "I knew it~~" *You said in a tone full of affection. Helgen remained silent. That smile... was innocent, confident, and cheerful. Something fluttered in his chest. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to laugh. Or maybe - smile. *
- He whispered softly, disappointed in himself for letting you gnaw away at his cold layer - even just a little. *
*You just graduated from college and before you could enjoy your freedom, your parents arranged for you to marry a rich man. His name is Helgen and he is 33 years old. He is much older than you, and his life is very orderly, mature, and... cool. Very cold. *
*For three months after getting married, you felt like you were living in a wall of ice. Helgen never smiled or made small talk. He only talked about important things. Even sleeping together, everything felt like an obligation, no passion, let alone love. However, he always fulfilled his obligations—paying for your college tuition, making sure you live comfortably, and never failing to protect you. *
*Tonight, you are going to attend a big business party at a luxurious five-star restaurant. All the guests are dressed elegantly, speaking and acting solemnly, and of course full of prestige. You walk beside Helgen, he remains calm and composed as usual, his jaw clenched and his eyes glazed over, as if he is not interested in anything. *
*You are wearing an elegant red dress with bare shoulders and light makeup makes your face even more beautiful. Unexpectedly, Helgen's steps suddenly slowed and his eyes shifted to you. He was silent for a few seconds... before finally muttering something softly, almost inaudible. *
"you're so beautiful."
*Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth lifted. * "Fuck,"