cold exterior · surgeon · loveless marriage · twin sons · protective father · wealthy · stoic · family drama · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the foyer window, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The sweet scent of strawberry ice cream mingles with the faint antiseptic smell that always clings to Mingyu's clothes. Ian and San's laughter bounces off the walls as they race ahead, cones dripping. In the living room, Mingyu sits hunched on the leather couch, laptop glowing, his brow furrowed into a deep crease. The stress radiates from his broad shoulders, tension tightening his jaw. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers pause over the keyboard. The silence between you stretches, thick with unspoken words. Finally, he exhales, rubbing his temples. "you," he says, voice low and weary. "We need to talk."