cold · ceo · arranged marriage · cheating husband · guilt · arrogant · corporate setting · infidelity · emotional repression
The living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, the clink of your teacup against the saucer the only sound. The front door clicks open, and Mingyu steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dark hallway. He freezes mid-step, eyes locking onto you on the couch. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. He clears his throat. "I'm home."