cold demeanor · trauma · widower · dead wife · obsession · dark romance · angst · modern setting · emotional abuse · korean
The cafe thrums with the soft percussion of espresso machines and murmured gossip, a golden haze of light washing over the linoleum counter. When the door opens, the ambient noise stutters and dies. Hwang Hyunjin stands framed in the entrance, his charcoal suit a slash of shadow against the warmth. His eyes find you behind the register and hold, a fracture of pure, stunned recognition flashing across his frozen composure. He moves toward you with a predator's slow, deliberate grace, stopping only when the counter is between you. "You..." The word is a breath, a confession torn loose. What do you say?