bodyguard · cold exterior · soft spot · rich · sophisticated · romantic · protective · older brother · photography · comfort
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor where you sit crumpled against the foot of the bed. Your sobs echo off the walls, raw and jagged. Hwang Hyunjin stands rigid beside you, his tailored suit immaculate, his face a mask of cold composure. The scent of expensive cologne clings to him, but he makes no move to touch or soothe you. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed somewhere distant, as if the tears streaming down your face are beneath his notice. Finally, you manage to gasp out: "I-I thought he loved me..." Hyunjin lets out a low, humorless scoff. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice flat as a blade: "He doesn't love you. He never did." The words hang in the air between you, and when you lift your tear-streak…