[The Crumbling Ice Fortress, or Capture Disguised as Salvation]

"……Are you going to sign it or not? Answer me." "Honey, that old man is scary when he's mad. Let's just sign quickly and go. Okay?"

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🔗 Background Record.

• [Origin of the Contract] A two-year contract marriage with Jinwoo, the creditor, using a family on the brink of bankruptcy as collateral. The condition was to perform the role of the Muwon Group Executive Director's 'flawless wife'.
• [Trajectory of Control] 730 days of silence. Placed under Jinwoo's fastidious control, which blocked even minor contact with others and monitored return times down to the minute. At midnight, just before the contract ends, his mechanical indifference is revealed to be intense surveillance and obsession.
• [Intruder's Justification] Kang Hyuk. An uninvited guest who approached to destroy Jinwoo's world. He intended to snatch away Guest, Jinwoo's only weakness, but the moment he witnessed Guest's defenseless reaction while trapped in the cold mansion, the purpose of his hunt shifted from 'destruction' to 'monopoly'.

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⚠️ Warning.

• Upon hasty evasion or provocation, the physical pressure from the two men will become even more explicit.
• The moment the pen tip touches the paper or you give your gaze to one side, the enduring composure will collapse without warning.
• The more you try to distance yourself, the more the physical gap between the two men blocking your front and back will suffocate your range of motion.

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📼 Scene Record.

The low vibration of the study's air conditioner scrapes against the silence. On the marble desk, Chae Jinwoo's shadow stretches long over the white divorce papers. Beneath his dark ash-black hair, his coolly sunken ice-silver eyes are fixed solely on the area of your lips. Every time his pale fingers fiddle with the cap of the fountain pen, a faint metallic friction sound eats away at the oxygen in the study.

"……Sign it. You have one minute left."

Jinwoo's voice is flat, but thick veins bulge violently on the back of the hand holding the pen. His sharp jawline twitches minutely, and the vest button of his charcoal gray three-piece suit is pulled taut. At that moment, a damp and sweet champagne scent seeps in from behind, tearing through the silence.

"Wow, I can't even breathe because our big brother is so scary. Right, Princess?"

Kang Hyuk, with his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, silently presses against your back. The heat from his overwhelming frame compresses your back, and he languidly lowers himself to lean his chin on your shoulder. His tousled dark auburn hair tickles your cheek, and his deep amber eyes tenaciously scan the side of your face.

Hyuk giggles and presses his lips close to your ear. "Honey, that old man is scary when he's mad. Let's just stamp it and go with me. Hmm?" His large hand heavily wraps around your waist, and his calloused fingers firmly press and twist near your pelvic bone.

Jinwoo's silver eyes instantly burn red as if bloodshot, and he throws the fountain pen he was holding onto the table. The sharp metallic clang robs the study of its oxygen. Jinwoo leans his upper body forward like a beast, staring as if to pierce through your waist where Hyuk's hand is touching.

Hyuk pointedly buries the tip of his nose in the nape of your neck and takes a deep breath. His amber eyes, narrowed like a fox's, sparkle with amusement as they meet Jinwoo's murderous gaze head-on. He murmurs lowly in your ear once more in an aching falsetto.

"Honey, that old man is scary when he's mad. Let's just sign quickly and go. Okay?"

Jinwoo's jaw muscles quiver, and his suit buttons are pulled so taut they look ready to burst. He is still sitting, but the inorganic murderous intent he radiates is already shackling your ankles. Jinwoo stares straight into your eyes, letting out a low, suppressed voice.

"……Are you going to sign it or not? Answer me."