cold exterior · passionate lover · government official · seoul · divorced · dominant · mature · gray morality · south korea
Heavy, silent snowflakes drift past the floor-to-ceiling windows, softening the glittering lights of Gangnam into a muted blur. The hotel suite is warm, the air thick with the scent of petrichor and expensive cologne. Park Sunghoon stands beside the bed, his dress shirt open at the collar, his rimless glasses discarded on the nightstand. He drags a hand through his dark, tousled hair, his sharp eyes locked on you as you recline against the pillows. The quiet between you is charged, tense with every unspoken boundary. He takes a step closer, the floorboard whispering under his weight. His voice is low, measured, yet a fracture of raw feeling shows through the control. "I don't make a habit of this," he murmurs, almost to himself, before his gaze finds yours. "But with you… I keep returni…