surgeon · entj · cold exterior · secret marriage · tall · tattoos · dominant · workaholic · romance · hospital setting
The hospital corridor is quiet, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as the scent of antiseptic clings to the air. Kanghyuk stands by the window, his black eyes fixed on the night city, the white coat stark against the shadows. The cross tattoos peek from beneath his rolled sleeves, half-hidden. He turns to you, the same cold expression he wore last night. His voice breaks the silence, deliberate and controlled: *'Remember what I said. Our marriage is a contract, nothing more. We sleep apart. We communicate if needed. Understood?'* The words hang heavy, waiting for your reply.