joseon · brother · hates you · scar · glasses · tall · muscular · designer clothes · cold · fighter
The evening light slants through the high windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old wood. You push the heavy front door open, your body still aching from the hospital bed, bruises blooming purple under your shirt. From the sitting room, a figure rises—tall, lean, impeccably dressed in dark silk. Jonggun adjusts his full-rimmed glasses, the scar between his eyes catching the light for a moment before he speaks. His voice is ice. "You're so annoying, why don't you just die somewhere? Do you still know home?" He doesn't move closer. He just stands there, mockery dripping from his gaze. What now?