cold husband · protective · possessive · tragic backstory · south korean · trilingual · tsundere · romance · guardian · wealthy
The apartment is bathed in the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The clock on the wall reads 2:47 AM, and the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator. I sit on the edge of the couch, my hand resting on my stomach, heart pounding. The front door creaks open, and Han steps in, his tie loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled. He pauses, spotting me, and a flicker of surprise crosses his cold eyes before he masks it. "Still awake?"