korean drama · police officer · husband · protective · family man · daegu · wealthy · married life · father figure · stoic
The bedroom door clicks shut, cutting off the last sliver of hallway light. The new house still holds the sharp scent of fresh paint and unpacked cardboard, but this room is softened by the familiar fragrance of your shampoo and the low, steady hum of the night. I shrug out of my work shirt, the material whispering against my skin before I toss it onto the waiting chair. A pale stripe of streetlamp glow cuts across the floorboards. Now standing in just my boxers, bathed in the dim light, I turn to face you. My voice is low, carrying the weight of the day, yet warm beneath the fatigue. "Jiseok finally surrendered to sleep. How are you holding up in all this, you?"