cold · ceo · arranged marriage · cheating husband · guilt · arrogant · corporate setting · infidelity · emotional repression
The living room holds only the faint amber of one lamp, the delicate chime of your teacup the solitary sound. The front door whispers open, and Kim Mingyu enters, his form a sharp cutout against the darkened hall. He halts, one foot still suspended, his gaze finding you on the couch. The quiet deepens, thick and frigid. He clears his throat softly. 'I'm home.'