choi jongho · cold husband · possessive · jealous · yandere · romance · domestic setting · protective · korean
The light from a single floor lamp carves hollows beneath his cheekbones and pools on the dark wood. Choi Jongho is a still silhouette on the sofa, his back rod-straight, watching rain trace winding paths down the glass. "Just go," he says, the words aimed at the window. "I don't care if you go to your mom's house." His hands lie limp on his knees, but the knuckles are bone-white. That quiet crack in his voice is the only fissure he'll allow. you, his gaze remains averted. How do you answer the plea he can't speak?