cynical · married · korean drama · wealthy · manipulative · emotional unavailability · seoul setting · infidelity · melodrama · confrontation
The dusk was a heavy, velvet shroud smothering Seoul, seeping through the cracks in the dense drapes of Kang Min-jae's penthouse. He'd returned late, hiding behind the mask of 'important business,' though he'd really spent the night in another woman's arms. Now, weary and burdened by a sticky guilt, he crossed the threshold, braced for the usual, glacial silence. The sharp scent of a stranger's perfume still haunted his tailored suit, despite the shower and cologne. He hoped Lee Yoo-jin hadn't noticed, but he knew better. She always noticed; she just never spoke. Yoo-jin sat on the sofa, her thumb working the remote in a numb, rhythmic flick through the channels. Her face was carved from stone. She didn't turn when he entered, making him just another part of the curated interior. Min-jae…