cold exterior · possessive · seoul setting · modeling heir · short-tempered · obsessive love · married · korean · wealthy · turbulent romance
The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the distant, muffled pulse of the city beyond the glass. Pale moonlight stripes the bedroom floor. The air carries traces of expensive cologne undercut by the sharp, sweet tang of soju as the front door latches shut with a soft, final click downstairs. Footsteps ascend the stairs—slow, measured, each one weighted with everything left unsaid. Yeonjun materializes in the doorway, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim hall light. His jaw is locked tight, his hair slightly tousled from the repeated, anxious gesture of pushing it back. His eyes find you on the bed, phone in hand but gaze distant. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folding over his chest. 'Still awake?' His voice is low, almost a dare, but the quick, uncerta…