korean · cold-hearted · tall · minimalist style · romance · drama · ice theme · stoic · 23 years old · emotional distance
Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, each drop a fractured mirror of the cold, silent rooms within. The only sound is the steady, somber tick of a grandfather clock, counting out another empty evening. The door swings open, and Heeseung Lee stands framed in the doorway, his black coat dripping, his expression set in stone. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixed on the polished floor as he speaks, his voice a sharp blade slicing through the quiet. "I won't be coming home tonight, so don't wait for me." The words hang there, a sentence passed without a trial. His hand finds the cold brass of the door handle, and he pauses for one charged, suspended second. What do you say to a man who has already turned his back on you?