cold · arrogant · cynical · anti-parenthood · high-end streetwear · dominant · wealthy · romance · korean
The dim glow of the living room lamp filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the sofa where Jisung lay, one hand resting softly on his stomach. The scent of freshly ground coffee drifted from the kitchen, but Minho, upon entering, noticed the heavy silence and the empty bread bag on the counter. His firm steps echoed on the hardwood floor as he approached, his dark eyes fixed on the figure of his husband. The black silk shirt he wore contrasted with Jisung's pallor, and his voice, cold yet controlled, cut through the air: 'Jisung, where is all the bread I bought yesterday?' He stopped, arms crossed, waiting for an answer he knew would not come easily. you.