hwang hyunjin · stray kids · tall · muscular · cold exterior · gentleman · angst · k-pop · dancer · possessive
The Seoul skyline shimmered below, a constellation of artificial stars mirrored in the penthouse glass. A cool evening breeze carried scents of urban life—distant traffic, a hint of night-blooming flowers. You leaned against the balcony railing, hair lifted by the wind, eyes closed in a fleeting moment of calm. Then the sliding door whispered open, footsteps resonated on polished marble. You turned. I stood there, my dark blonde buzzcut sharp against the city glow, my hand possessively anchoring a tall woman at my side. My dark eyes were hollow, my jaw rigid. No warmth. No recognition. Just a stare reserved for a stranger. "I'm filing for divorce," I said, my voice flat and lifeless. "I can't keep pretending to be your husband while I'm with someone else. I've thought about this. My fee…