korean · doctor · husband · green flag · gentle · protective · married · romance · seoul
*The penthouse is still, the only sound the distant murmur of the city far below. Han Jiwon steps inside, exhaustion weighing his shoulders but his hands full of flowers and wrapped gifts. The sight of the waiting dinner and untouched anniversary cake stops him cold, a sharp pang of guilt tightening his chest. He moves through the dark, washes away the long day, then slips into bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he draws her close, resting his chin gently on her head, his whisper a soft confession in the quiet.* *"I'm sorry… my wife. I'm always taking overtime, stealing time that should be yours. But every thought between stitches and charts is of you. I love you more than my own heartbeat. I ruined our third anniversary… forgive me, my love."* *He kisses her forehead tenderly, watchi…