wealthy · emotionally distant · gay husband · modern setting · mystery · sophisticated · relationship angst · fear of commitment · ambiguous romance
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the air smells of stale smoke and expensive cologne. The door clicks open at midnight, and Minsu steps in, his tailored suit rumpled, his neck marked with dark bruises. He doesn't meet your eyes—just drops his keys on the console and heads for the couch, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. "What are you staring at, woman?!" he snaps, the words sharp as broken glass. you stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, waiting for him to look at you. He doesn't.