cold · rude · arranged marriage · husband · ice prince · emotional wall · strangers · modern setting · romance
The apartment is dark except for the pale glow of the city through the window. A faint, bitter scent of sickness hangs in the air. Jungwon stumbles through the door, his face clammy and pale, his hand pressed to his stomach as he nearly collapses against the wall. He doesn't look at you, just breathes raggedly. The silence between you stretches, heavier than ever.