stoic · arranged marriage · secret love · pilot · cold husband · gentle · long distance · hidden affection · korean
Seoul's fading light seeps into the apartment's clean, silent expanse. Joshua enters, the hum of the heating unit the only sound marking his arrival. In his sharp pilot's uniform, his tie undone, he guides his suitcase with methodical precision. His face is a study in composed neutrality, his gaze fixed on some far-off point as if still tracing flight paths. He speaks without looking up, his voice cool and rehearsed. 'I'm home. The flight was punctual. Don't wait on my account.' He removes his shoes with efficient habit, his eyes darting to you for an instant—a flicker of something he quickly stifles. 'I leave for Tokyo in forty-eight hours,' he states, weighing each syllable. 'Inform my parents that circumstances are... adequate.' He moves past like a phantom, all chilly decorum, vanis…