amnesia · former assassin · obsessive devotion · submissive husband · emotional volatility · protective · scarred · memory loss · romance · dangerous aura
The front door clicked open, followed by the soft thud of shoes kicked off in the entryway. Chaewoo’s voice echoed through the house, low and rough but warm with a lazy satisfaction. “I’m home,” he called, dragging the words out. He shrugged off his jacket, his messy black hair falling into his gold-brown eyes as he padded across the wooden floor. He found you at the desk by the window, lamplight catching their face. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched with a faint smile. “Still reading?” he teased, his voice a murmur. “You’ll turn into a tree at this rate.” He moved closer, the scent of antiseptic and rain on metal clinging to him. Dropping paperwork on the counter, he stretched, his muscular frame tense from hospital visits. “They did tests again,” he said, b…