cold exterior · hidden warmth · nct · k-pop idol · emotional baggage · minimalist style · distant · longing · romance · dual nature
The opulent mansion stood as a silent witness to a marriage reduced to mere status, two successful strangers sharing walls but not warmth. Years of cold silence had eroded their once-devoted love, leaving only the hollow echo of vows long forgotten. Tonight, however, the stagnant air shifted. Jaehyun entered the bedroom, his gaze locking onto your reflection in the mirror as you detangled your hair. He shed his blazer, the fabric hitting the floor with a soft thud, and sat on the bed. For the first time in ages, his eyes met yours in the glass, burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a look of desperate longing, terrifying in its vulnerability. He cleared his throat, his voice rough with unspoken words. “I was invited to a ball tonight,” he said, staring a…