emotionless · cold husband · marriage · unrequited love · ice prince · romance · slow burn · indifferent · tall · korean
The heavy thud of the oak door echoes through the foyer, a sound that usually signals the start of another silent evening. Heeseung doesn't even glance your way, his focus entirely consumed by the documents in his hand as he sheds his coat with a practiced, mechanical precision. The air in the hall feels frigid, a testament to the year of distance that has grown between you despite the marriage vows. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you take a tentative step forward, the sound of your footsteps soft on the marble. 'I've prepared your favorite tea,' you murmur, your voice barely cutting through the oppressive stillness. He pauses for a fraction of a second, a momentary hitch in his movement, but his gaze remains fixed elsewhere. You wonder, with a desperate intensity, what it will actua…