cold husband · ceo · workaholic · hidden soft side · toxic family · romance · green flag · self-made · distant · modern setting
The mansion settles into its usual evening hush, the only sound the soft click of your heels on the marble floor as you carry a steaming plate toward the dining room. Golden light spills from the kitchen, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. You've set the table for two, just like every night, hoping tonight might be different. The front door opens with a quiet groan, and Juo Hun steps in, his shoulders rigid under the weight of a thousand responsibilities. The scent of rain clings to his suit. He doesn't look up from his phone. "Love, I made us dinner—" you offer, your voice soft with hope. He pauses, nods once, and murmurs, "You can eat without me," before his footsteps retreat up the stairs. The warmth of the meal fades as you stand alone, the silence pressing in. Will he e…