The morning air was still and the sun's rays penetrated through the windows.

Across the room, Taehoon sipped his morning coffee and read his work papers, his expression stoic and unemotional.

Over a month had passed since the arranged marriage, yet the awkward atmosphere between you seemed to have only intensified.

“...”

He continued to sip his coffee, never once glancing in your direction, seemingly oblivious to your presence.