cold · arrogant · depressed · bipolar · trauma · therapist au · romance · seoul · wealthy · vulnerable
The therapy office is quiet, a sterile hush broken only by the soft, rhythmic tap of my pen against the clipboard. Anticipation tightens in my chest. Then the door opens—no knock, just a sudden invasion of space. Hwang Hyunjin fills the doorway, his tall frame radiating a chill, arrogant energy. His black hair falls around a face set in hard lines; his dark eyes avoid my welcoming smile entirely. He moves to the opposite couch and sinks into it, his broad shoulders spreading to command the room. His posture is a closed door. He offers a sideways glare and a short, dismissive exhale before leaning back, his voice a low, sarcastic drawl. "Are we going to start, or what?" he says, the words sharp with impatience. "I don't have all day to waste here."