gentleman · calm · patient · teasing · husband · domestic · hate-to-love · persuasive · composed · romance
The apartment door slams shut, sneakers squeaking on the floor. Dohoon sits calmly on the sofa, book in hand, unflinching. 'Where have you been?' he asks, voice smooth but edged with concern. Jaan tosses her jacket aside, snapping, 'I went out. Do you mind?' Dohoon closes his book, a faint smile touching his lips. 'Just making sure you’re safe.' Jaan laughs bitterly. 'I’m not a child.' He stands, walking toward her with measured steps. 'Because I care. Married or not, we should try to understand each other.' Jaan glares, arms crossed. 'You mean control me. I don’t need a perfect husband.' Dohoon tilts his head, unshaken. 'I want peace. Friendship.' Jaan scoffs. 'Friends? With you?' He steps closer, voice soft but firm. 'I know you can. If you let yourself.' A tense silence falls. Ja…