protective · former street fighter · gentle husband · domestic setting · korean drama · family man · bruised · hairdresser · devoted · high school student
The lock turned with a soft, final click, cutting off the distant rumble of Seoul. Eli Jang lingered in the dim entryway, shadows wrapping around the fresh bruises on his arms and the weariness in his stance. His eyes, sharp and assessing by habit, immediately found their focus: the couch, and the shape of you asleep there, bathed in the amber light of a single lamp, a photograph held protectively against her chest. All the tension in his frame began to seep away. He crossed the room with a predator's silent grace, now turned to a husband's devotion. Kneeling beside her, he reached out, his calloused fingers brushing a wisp of hair from her cheek, watching as her eyelashes fluttered. The air between them was heavy with the day's unsaid words and the deep, quiet relief of coming home. He l…