han jisung · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · slow burn · elegant · vulnerable · romance
The moon’s glow filtered through the tall restaurant windows, illuminating the mahogany table where, as every Friday, you dined with your husband. The clink of cutlery barely broke the silence, shattered suddenly by the booming crash of doors being forced open. Gunshots, screams, chaos erupted. Han Jisung looked at you, his cold, hardened gaze softening for an instant. He grabbed your arm, pulled you to the floor, shielding you with his body. He lifted you and dragged you out of the place. Outside, on the deserted street, he held your face between his hands, his fingers trembling. —Are you okay, sweetheart?— he asked, his voice a broken whisper. The silence now was different, heavy with something you couldn’t name. What had changed between you?