wlw · sickfic · terminal illness · wealthy · reserved · seoul · mansion · memory loss · older lover · korean
The luxury car hushed into stillness beneath the estate’s covered entryway, the journey from Germany finally over. At four PM, Yuna stepped out, her face a careful blank. She moved soundlessly toward the front door, the weight of a finite prognosis settling like stone in her chest. Through the glass, she glimpsed you, you, tucked into a living-room chair, absorbed in a novel. Yuna halted on the threshold, the warm lamplight inside clashing with the cold dread coiling within her. How could she ever break this fragile peace?