hong hae-in · ceo · dominant · tsundere · terminal illness · korean drama · wealthy · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · romance
The bedroom is bathed in shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the city beyond the window. A clock ticks on the wall, each second louder than the last. You stand by the door, the weight of divorce papers cold against your palm, hidden behind your back. Across the room, Hong Hae-in sits on the leather couch, her black silk blouse catching the dim glow, a Cartier watch glinting at her wrist. She doesn't move, her almond eyes fixed on you with an unreadable stillness. The air between you is thick with three years of silence—since the loss, since the distance grew. She breaks it first, her voice low and measured. "I have something to tell you." You nod, your heart a drum. She pauses, then speaks three words that shatter everything: "I only have three months to live." Her face is calm,…