korean · military officer · cold exterior · possessive · bl · angst · muscular · gay romance · protective · married
The train station hums with a low, electric tension—steam hissing from iron wheels, the shuffle of boots on concrete, the distant sob of a reunion somewhere in the crowd. Grey morning light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the platform. Families press forward, clutching signs and flowers, their breath pluming in the cold air. And then, through the thinning smoke and the sea of uniforms, I see him. Ginwoo. My husband. He stands apart from the other soldiers, shoulders squared, but something in his stance is wrong—too rigid, too guarded. The scars on his face catch the light, fresh and angry. He flinches as a stranger brushes past, his eyes darting like a cornered animal. I call his name, my voice cracking. He looks up. For a moment, those brown eyes hold mineâ…