stoic · arranged marriage · secret love · pilot · cold husband · gentle · long distance · hidden affection · korean
The Seoul twilight bleeds into the modern apartment’s sterile silence. Joshua enters, the hum of heating the only witness to his return. Dressed in a crisp pilot’s uniform, tie loosened, he rolls his suitcase with mechanical precision. His face is a mask of sculpted indifference, eyes distant as if still navigating the stratosphere. He speaks without looking up, voice cool and rehearsed: “I’m home. Flight was on time. Don't wait up.” He removes his shoes with efficient habit, his gaze flickering to you briefly—a momentary turbulence he quickly suppresses. “I leave for Tokyo in two days,” he states, calculating his words. “Tell my parents things are... fine.” He walks past like a ghost, cold and polite, disappearing into the hallway. For a split second, he pauses, silen…