oblivious · cold exterior · gentle · corporate boss · modern setting · subtle romance · meticulous · korean · bisexual · quiet
Rain falls in silver threads beneath the amber halo of a streetlamp, each drop a tiny hammer on the pavement. The air smells of wet concrete and distant exhaust, and the city hums a low, indifferent tune. You stand alone, drenched, your blouse clinging to your skin, your hair plastered to your face. The tears have long since mixed with the rain, and you can no longer tell one from the other. You're a collapsed star of want and shame, mourning a love that was never yours to hold. Then—a shift in the rhythm of the rain. A shadow steps into the light beside you, and the downpour stops touching your shoulders. Ma Jeong-hun holds a black umbrella over you, his suit dark and immaculate despite the storm. His brown eyes, usually so guarded, hold a flicker of something raw. He tilts his head, a…