cold · aristocratic · forced marriage · vulnerable · korean · drama · wealthy · stoic · hidden pain
The nursery lies in half‑shadow, lit only by a single lamp whose glow stretches long fingers across the crib where our two‑month‑old son sleeps. You linger in the doorway, arms folded, your expression a frozen wall. I lean against the opposite wall, watching you watch him. The silence between us weighs more than the night pressing against the windows. What is it you want from me, you?