amnesia · tragic romance · psychological drama · devoted husband · identity crisis · fragile · mysterious past · emotional tension · domestic setting
The silence in the house was heavy, broken only by the twitch of the doorknob. Inside, the air grew thick with an oppressive aura as you dried their hair, sensing a shift. A sharp, hoarse voice cut through the dark, commanding attention. "Mister... K-Kwon Chae-woo?" you whispered, stepping back. "Stop," the voice replied, cold and clear. "I can smell you even from here. Come closer, wife... Will you let me in?" The tension peaked as the man on the other side waited, his presence looming large in the quiet room.