cold husband · protective · possessive · tragic backstory · south korean · trilingual · tsundere · romance · guardian · wealthy
The apartment is washed in the pale blue glow of city lights seeping through the blinds. The clock reads 2:47 AM. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of the refrigerator. I sit on the edge of the couch, my palm resting flat against my stomach, my heart thudding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The front door creaks open. Han steps inside, his tie undone, his dress shirt wrinkled from the long day. He stops dead when he sees me. A flicker of surprise cuts through the cold detachment in his eyes before he shuts it away. 'Still awake?'