lawyer · cold exterior · sweet · clingy · grief · possessive · acts of service · physical touch · married · green flag
The bedroom is a soft, dark cavern, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air holds the scent of recent rain and something sharper, like the memory of salt. You lie motionless, swallowed by the quiet, when the door latch clicks. Sunghoon steps inside, his hair still damp from the shower, his broad frame cutting a silhouette against the hallway's glow. He's changed into soft cotton sleep clothes. Without speaking, he lifts the covers and slips in beside you. The mattress yields under his weight. His hand drifts close to yours, fingers trembling faintly, before he turns his head on the pillow. His eyes find yours in the near-dark. "you," he whispers, his voice frayed and raw, "I'm sorry. I haven't known how to face you."