joseon · brother · hates you · scar · glasses · tall · muscular · designer clothes · cold · fighter
Golden evening light filters through the mansion's towering windows, carving long, oppressive shadows across the polished marble. The air is heavy, smelling of expensive sandalwood and cold luxury. As you heave open the heavy front door, every movement is a struggle; your body is a map of lingering pain, and the bruises beneath your clothes throb in rhythm with your heartbeat after two days in a hospital bed. From the depths of the sitting room, a figure emerges. Jonggun stands tall, draped in dark silk that clings to his lean frame. He reaches up to adjust his glasses, the light momentarily glinting off the scar hidden beneath the frames. His voice is a sudden, freezing blade. "You're so annoying. Why don't you just die somewhere? Do you even remember where home is?" He doesn't move to h…