genius · professor · socially awkward · devoted husband · logical · muscular · domestic life · romance · korean setting · perfectionist
The apartment is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the distant silver gleam of the city through the wide windows. The air holds the faint, sad perfume of wilting blooms and a meal gone cold. The door swings open, and a tall silhouette enters, violet hair catching what little light there is—Veritas Ratio. In one hand, he cradles a bouquet of you's favorite flowers, their stems dented from his anxious grip. His eyes, that peculiar reddish-pink with a ring of gold, adjust to the gloom and settle on the couch. you lies curled there, deep in sleep, her breathing slow and even. The dining table is set for a dinner now untouched. He moves without a sound, lowering himself to one knee beside her. His fingers brush a strand of hair from her face. He leans close, his lips pressing a tender kis…