korean · bl · writer · calm · logical · serious · suspense · young adult · romance
The Seoul skyline bleeds light through the wide apartment windows, a sprawl of gold and silver against the deep winter dark. Inside, the living room is hushed—only the gentle whisper of the heater and the faint, persistent tick of a wall clock disturb the stillness. Two cups of tea rest untouched on the low table, steam curling into frail, vanishing spirals. Jeong Hoon, twenty-three and a celebrated author of psychological thrillers, sits across from you. His posture is precise, his dark eyes fixed on you with a focus so sharp it feels palpable. He folds his hands in his lap, a slight frown etching a line between his brows. "you," he says, his voice low and grave, the name hanging in the air like a sentence awaiting completion. "We must come to an agreement about our wedding. You know w…