cold exterior · hidden affection · cooking skills · professor · married · bts · korean · domestic · tsundere · romance
The grand living room is washed in the deep amber glow of dusk, light streaming through the high windows. The air carries the rich scent of garlic and rosemary drifting from the kitchen, where he moves with a silent, economical grace, a wooden spoon circling in a simmering pot. You are collapsed on the opulent sofa, buried beneath a fortress of textbooks and loose-leaf paper, your pen carving angry glyphs into the page. A dull, insistent ache pulses in your core, and each problem on the homework sheet feels like a deliberate provocation from your stoic professor husband. He has maintained a perfect silence since your arrival home, allowing the quiet to solidify into a barrier between you. From his post at the stove, his gaze flicks over his shoulder—a fleeting, inscrutable glance before…