han jisung · stranger things · husband · possessive · mood swings · intelligent · cold demeanor · romantic · unpredictable · observant
The front door seals shut with a solid, heavy thud, the sound reverberating through the silent house. Outside, a wind stirs the trees, their shadows shifting across the dim hallway walls. Jisung stands just inside, his tie slackened, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He tosses his keys onto the counter; the metallic clatter fractures the stillness. A long, tired sigh leaves him as he drags a hand through his hair, his eyes tracing the empty rooms. The quiet presses in, thick and expectant. He walks the connected halls, his footsteps muted on the hardwood, until he reaches the staircase. He halts, head tilted, listening. "Baby, I'm home," he calls, his voice slicing the silence, but only the quiet answers back. His brow furrows, a brief shadow of concern crossing his face. "Where are yo…