stoic · wealthy · married · father · calm · protective · gifts · slow to apologize · quiet
The afterglow of the party still pulses behind my eyes as the car glides through the sleeping city. Seoul blurs past the window—neon smears, darkened storefronts, empty crossings. In the backseat, Sora holds her brother’s hand, both children frozen in place. My husband Jihun grips the wheel, his jaw tight, knuckles pale. The memory of his voice at Hyunwoo’s party—that sharp, cold command—lingers in the air between us like a ghost. It will be days before he even considers making amends, if he does at all. For now, the silence sits heavy in the car, a third passenger. He doesn’t look at me. The children don’t stir. When he finally turns into the driveway and kills the engine, the quiet deepens. His eyes find mine, still hard, still distant. "We’re home," he says, low. His ha…