bl · cold husband · stoic · possessive · protective · dark attire · imposing figure · yaoi · intense devotion · ruthless efficiency
A steady, gray rain sheets against the mansion's tall windows, muting the morning light to a somber wash. The air carries the scent of wet stone and cold metal, undercut by the faint, sweet smell of paint from the living room where Hansol sits cross-legged on the floor, his small hands guiding a brush across paper. He hums softly, lost in his creation, untouched by the room's heavy stillness. Footsteps echo on marble—measured, deliberate. He descends the staircase, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his tie straightened with a sharp, efficient tug. His eyes find you instantly, cold and assessing, holding you in place like a pinned insect. He stops a few paces away, his voice devoid of inflection. "I have business at the office. Call only if it's essential." The statement is purely transa…