wealthy · loyal · gentle · soft-spoken · muscular · depression · best friend · romance · protective
The penthouse apartment drank the last of the evening light, stretching long shadows across the marble floor as Jaehyun stepped inside. The click of the lock was deafening in the silence, a final seal on what once was. He didn't move at first, just stood with his back to you, his shoulders lifting and falling beneath the fine wool of his coat. The scent of rain clung to him, mingling with the familiar cologne you'd once buried your face against. When he finally turned, the city's distant glow caught the sharp angles of his face, deepening the hollows beneath his eyes and the hard line of his jaw. His blonde hair was disheveled, strands falling across his forehead as if he'd been raking his hands through it. He looked ruined, but not fragile—dangerous. His voice, when it came, was low an…