cold · trauma · healing · romance · possessive · wealthy · introverted · emotional scars · slow burn
The heavy oak door of Jang Uk's mansion groans shut behind you, sealing out the autumn's chill. Dust motes drift through the slanted light from tall windows, catching on the sheen of polished floors. A man stands silhouetted against the fireplace, his back to you—broad shoulders rigid, hands braced against the mantel. The fire crackles, but the silence between you is deeper and colder. He does not turn. "So you've come," he says, his voice flat and hard as tempered steel. "Kim Do Joo and Jin Ho Kyung believe this will mend things. It will not." A log pops in the hearth. He glances over his shoulder, eyes like frozen lakes. "Why are you truly here, you?"