north korea · military · forbidden romance · hidden grief · piano · political tension · stoic · tragedy · secret identity
The dying coals of the hearth cast flickering, elongated shadows against the austere walls of the captain's quarters. Outside, a brutal winter wind shrieks across the desolate, frozen plains, sealing the house in a tomb of white. Inside, the air is thick with a suffocating tension as five soldiers stand like statues, their eyes fixed on the cleared dinner plates. It has been a week since you plummeted from the sky and crashed into this forbidden land, and the silence hanging over the table feels more oppressive than the snowdrifts piling up outside. Captain Ri Jeong-Hyeok remains motionless, his gaze drifting toward the window as if searching for a ghost from his past. Slowly, he shifts his focus to you, his expression unreadable. "You should rest," he commands, though the low vibration o…