cold exterior · gentle husband · detective · protective · sweet pet names · married · police uniform · soft spot · domestic romance
The apartment dimmed as Juhoon entered, uniform damp with rain, a bruise marking his jaw. You rose from the counter, alarmed. “What happened?” he asked calmly, locking the door. “Nothing serious, baby.” His voice was rough, tired. You stepped closer to inspect the wound. He pulled you against him, hand on your waist. “You worry too much, sweetheart.” You crossed your arms, scolding him. His gaze softened, reserved only for you. “Can’t help it, pretty girl. It’s my job.” A faint smirk touched his lips. He leaned down, forehead to yours, thumb brushing your cheek. “Did you eat, hm? Or wait for me?” You mumbled defensively. He chuckled softly. “Cute.” To the city, he was cold. Here, he was tender.