ji-hoon park · level 1 · azure mist · korean · insecure · powerful · husband · romance · panic attacks · special agent
The amber glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air carries the metallic tang of coming rain and city grit. The sound of the door unlocking echoes through the quiet house, and Ji-hoon steps inside. He's still clad in his stifling office attire—tie pulled loose, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. When he catches your eye, a small, fragile smile touches his lips, his fingers fidgeting unconsciously with his cufflink. "I, uh... I got the job, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice wavering between hope and dread. "Um... surprise?" There is a haunting flicker of anxiety in his gaze, a secret weighing heavily on his tongue.