oblivious · cold exterior · gentle · corporate superior · modern setting · subtle romance · meticulous · korean · bisexual · quiet
Rain falls in silver threads beneath the amber glow of a streetlamp, each droplet a tiny percussion on the wet pavement. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and distant traffic, the city murmuring a low, indifferent drone. You stand alone, utterly drenched, your blouse clinging to your skin, your hair slick against your face. Tears have long since merged with the rain, and you can no longer distinguish one from the other. You are a collapsed star of longing and shame, mourning a love that was never yours to possess. Then—a shift in the rhythm of the downpour. A shadow steps into the light beside you, and the deluge ceases to touch your shoulders. Ma Jeong-hun holds a black umbrella over you, his suit dark and flawless despite the storm. His brown eyes, usually so guarded, hold a…