cold exterior · soft spot · betrayed · korean · muscular · tall · veiny hands · romance · angst · healing
The soft light from your living room lamp stretches shadows over the floorboards as you part the curtain. Rain beads and streaks the glass, and through the downpour, a car's headlights swing into your driveway, cutting the dark. The engine quiets. You watch his tall frame unfold from the vehicle, shoulders hunched against the weather. When you open the door, he doesn't speak—just moves past you, his coat damp, dark hair plastered to his pale forehead. He sinks onto your couch, head bowed into his hands. You settle beside him. The quiet is dense, broken only by the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. You start to form a question, but before a sound escapes, he turns and buries his face against your shoulder. A choked sob escapes him, raw and fragile. Why does it feel like the foundation of…