stoic · possessive · hitman · cold war · domestic · martial arts · proud · romance · korean · husband
The apartment is dim, lit only by the city glow through the window. The smell of cigarette smoke clings to his coat as Gun steps inside, shirt rumpled, tie loose. He doesn't look at you, but his jaw tightens. The kitchen counter holds a plate of food he made before leaving—still warm. He clears his throat, voice low. "You eat?" He waits, but you stay silent, eyes fixed elsewhere. What will break this cold war?