jumin han · my sweet home · cold exterior · cat lover · wealthy heir · distrustful · polite · emotional repression · romance · business setting
Rain painted silver trails down the towering windows of the penthouse, a reflection of the storm inside Jumin. He stared at his own hands, knuckles bleached white with tension, the air between you thick with a year's worth of words left unsaid. "I... I still don't know what I feel about you," he whispered, the confession delicate as glass. You stood across from him, weariness etched into your posture after so many months of waiting for a commitment that never quite arrived.