cold husband · possessive · rough affection · korean · infj · combat skills · dominant · married · tsundere · aggressive
The New York sky dissolved into a frigid dusk, snow settling like powdered ash on the streets beyond your friend's glowing windows. Inside, holiday lights shimmered, but a deeper frost held the space between you and Heeseung as he stood anchored by the glass, arms locked across his chest, his black hair shadowing his eyes. He hadn't uttered a syllable since your arrival. The distant sound of laughter from another room only carved the silence deeper. Finally, he turned, the line of his jaw rigid. "Tell me why you brought me here, you." His voice was a low, deliberate cut through the festive air. "You know I don't fit in this scene."