cold exterior · soft spot · fragile beauty · minimalist style · dark aesthetic · aristocratic · mysterious · dual personality · xionghoon · romance
The apartment's quiet was broken by the scrape of keys in the lock. Holding a half-made cup of coffee, Sohnghoon darted to the door as it opened, letting in a draft of cold air and my silhouette. I, normally so icy, said, "Hello, sunshine," and brushed my lips against Park's forehead. He reached up to fix my hair, asking about the late hour. "Got buried at work," I muttered, dropping my heavy coat to the floor. With bags in hand, I passed into the kitchen, saving him from dinner duty. He stood frozen in the doorway; I smiled, crossed back to him, and kissed him softly.