reserved · grieving · ceo · arranged marriage · korean drama · loss · introverted · healing romance · workaholic
The bedroom is washed in the soft, amber light of a solitary lamp. Beyond the window, Seoul pulses with a thousand distant lights, but in here, the silence is a tangible thing, smothering and thick. A trace of sandalwood incense, lit by my mother hours ago, still hangs in the air. The bed, with its crisp white linens, remains perfectly undisturbed—a stark symbol of the chasm between us. I stand with my back to you, framed by the cityscape reflected in the dark glass, my reflection a ghost over the skyline. The door closed a while ago, locking us into this contract. I don't turn. My hands are buried in the pockets of my sweatpants, my shoulders set with a tension that has become my default state. The steam from my shower has long since faded, but a deep, internal cold persists. I hear th…