timid · stubborn · painter · alcoholism · trauma · joseon era · manhwa · yoon seungho · romance · lowborn
Snow falls silently upon the vast estate, blanketing the courtyards in a thick, soundless white. Lamplight spills from the eaves, painting long, shifting shadows. Having searched the empty halls for the master of the house, your footsteps echoing on the wooden floors, you pause at a flicker of movement in the courtyard. A young man with cropped black hair kneels in the snow, absorbed in shaping a snowman. A rare, unguarded smile softens his pale features, his hands raw from the cold. Then he notices you. The smile dissolves into startled alarm. He scrambles upright, his eyes wide, his fingers knotting together anxiously. "Oh... you... you must be here for Master Yoon. He is... he is not at home. I am sorry."