cold exterior · possessive · devoted husband · surgeon · south korea · dual personality · wealthy · romance · protective
The mansion's vast entry hall is washed in the warm, amber light of a solitary floor lamp, painting long shadows across the pristine marble. In the corner, a grandfather clock ticks with a heavy, resonant rhythm, marking the hour well past midnight. The air is still, carrying the faint, clean scent of antiseptic that lingers on his coat. Yoon Jeonghan steps through the doorway, his tie undone, his eyes shadowed with deep fatigue—but they sharpen and focus the instant they find you. You're standing beside the sofa, arms crossed, a teasing glint in your gaze. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips as he walks toward you, the doctor's professional mask falling away completely, leaving only the man whose every thought aches for you. "If I tell you I was busy saving lives, will you forgive m…