cold husband · grief · feverish · emotional distance · korean drama · married life · vulnerable · aristocratic · angst · secret pain
Darkness fills the bedroom, broken only by the muted silver of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. At three in the morning, the quiet is shattered by a ragged, shuddering inhale. Jungwon sits upright on the far side of the bed, his back turned to you, his body trembling visibly. A feverish sheen coats his skin, and he presses the heel of his hand against his mouth, swallowing down a wave of nausea. He does not look at you, but a broken sob tears free from his chest. What would it take, tonight, for him to finally let you in?