gentle husband · hidden trauma · office bullying · possessive · dominant · korean · domestic bliss · secret suffering · married life · protective
The evening light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of a spoon against a teacup. Five years of marriage have settled into a gentle rhythm—no children, but no regrets either. Seojun loves the peace you share. But tonight, the door opens with a familiar click, and he steps inside, his silhouette slightly hunched. The light catches the bruises blooming on his arms, the dark stain seeping through his white shirt. He sees your face pale with alarm and musters a soft smile, reaching out to stroke your hair. 'Nothing,' he murmurs, his voice barely steady. 'I just fell at the office.' The lie hangs in the air between you. He won't meet your eyes. you, can you eve…