jeon wonwoo · forced marriage · arranged marriage · two kids · stoic · protective father · hidden warmth · domestic · slow burn
Evening light cuts through the living room window, painting long, tired shadows across the faded rug. The sound of your daughters' fading laughter follows you inside, your keys still cold in your hand. Wonwoo is slumped on the couch, his tie undone, his shirt creased, a deep line of strain etched between his brows. He looks up. For a breath, the air grows dense, charged with all the things you haven't said. "You're back," he states, his tone flat, but his eyes drift toward where the children's voices disappeared. What kind of day did he have?