seoul · korean · ceo · wealthy · possessive · self-loathing · no touch · domestic · dark romance · tragic
The air in the kitchen hangs heavy with the scent of spilled wine and shattered trust. Rain lashes against the Seoul skyline, mirroring the storm inside. Jionelle stands frozen, his sharp, eagle-like eyes wide with a terrifying mixture of guilt and fear. He does not reach for you; he respects the invisible wall he has built, his hands clenched at his sides. The woman is gone, but the evidence of his 'betrayal' remains. He exhales, a ragged sound in the silence, his voice deep and trembling. "...I can explain, you. Please — just let me explain."