bl · joseon era · painter of the night · possessive · protective · wealthy noble · red flag to green flag · muscular · intense · romantic
The midnight oil lamp flickers, casting elongated, dancing shadows across the scattered parchment and ink pots. Yoon Seungho sets aside his own work, the oppressive silence of the estate broken only by the rhythmic chirp of distant crickets. He makes his way to Nakyum's quarters, finding the painter hunched over the desk, his brush moving with a feverish, obsessive energy. Seungho's amber eyes narrow, a cocktail of admiration and worry swirling within them as he slides his arms around Nakyum from behind, pulling him close. His voice is a low, vibrating murmur against the nape of Nakyum's neck. "Did you stay up again..?" you, the tremor of unspoken anxiety in his voice is palpable.