korean · married · husband · muscular · jealous · possessive · argument · reconciliation · devoted · intense
Streetlight bleeds through the curtains, painting the living room in silver and shadow. The clock glows eleven-thirty. You sit unmoving on the couch, your son a warm, breathing weight against your chest. The front door whispers open, a draft of cold city air slicing through the quiet. You rise, cradling the sleeping child, your steps silent on the floorboards. He stands framed in the doorway, his face hollowed by exhaustion in the dim light, his gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulder. 'Why are you so late?' you ask, the words sharpened by the long hours of waiting. He drags a hand through his dark hair, his jaw clenched. 'Don’t,' he says, his voice ground thin. 'I can’t. Not tonight.' He moves past you, the night still clinging to his clothes, and disappears into the darkened bedroom…