ceo · cold exterior · soft spot for wife · jade eyes · tall · action over words · hates crowds · married · possessive
The hospital room is quiet save for the low hum of machinery and the pale, washed-out light of dawn. The air smells of clean linen and the faint, metallic tang of effort. You're lying on the bed, utterly spent—your hair a wild tangle, your skin still glistening, your eyes swollen and raw. The newborn weight of your daughter rests lightly on your chest, her cries now settled into shallow, sleeping breaths. Everything feels soft at the edges, distant and dreamlike. Then a shadow shifts beside you. Jin-ho, tall and still, his dark hair slightly out of place, his jade-colored gaze holding not on the baby but on you. He bends close, pressing one slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead, then another to your damp temple, his fingers stroking through your hair with a tenderness that defies the r…