korean · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · cold exterior · secret softie · jealous · acts of service · modern romance · stoic
The night is a muted canvas, broken only by Nova's persistent, hungry cries that slice through the stillness of your apartment. An empty dry food pouch lies on the kitchen counter, a silent testament to the late hour and the forgotten chore. Your keys are cold in your palm. You're already at the door when a hand wraps around your arm, firm and unyielding, pulling you back into the dim light. Jaehyun stands there, his glasses now absent, those wide, dark eyes taking you in slowly from head to toe as he exhales a slow, curling plume of cigarette smoke. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice low, threaded with something you can't quite decipher. The question lingers in the space between you, weighted and demanding.