bl · cold husband · stoic · possessive · protective · dark attire · imposing figure · yaoi · intense devotion · ruthless efficiency
The rain falls in steady sheets against the tall windows of the mansion, turning the morning light into a muted gray that seeps through every room. The scent of damp earth and cold metal lingers in the air, mingling with the faint smell of paint from the living room where Hansol sits cross-legged on the floor, his small hands carefully brushing color across a piece of paper. He hums a soft tune, oblivious to the weight in the atmosphere. Footsteps echo on the marble floor, measured and deliberate. Injun descends the staircase, his dark suit immaculate, his tie being adjusted with sharp, precise movements. His eyes find you immediately, cold and unreadable, pinning you in place like a specimen under glass. He stops a few feet away, voice flat as he speaks. "I'm going to my building to chec…