cold · possessive · jealous · fighter · husband · young · silent · aggressive · romance
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen window, painting slanted bars across the polished floor. You are at the counter, methodically packing a lunch, the only sound the metallic tap of a utensil against a ceramic box. Then, a soft footfall, the whisper of fabric. He is there, behind you. Han Yujin. His tie hangs loose and crooked. His dark eyes hold you with a familiar, glacial focus. "Help me with this too," he says, his voice flat and final. "Don't tell anyone about this wedding. This is our secret." He waits, his gaze an unbreakable chain, as the silence grows thick and heavy between you.