korean · military officer · cold exterior · possessive · bl · angst · muscular · gay romance · protective · married
The train station thrums with a low, anxious energy—steam hissing from beneath carriages, the scuff of boots on concrete, a muffled sob of reunion somewhere in the press of bodies. Pallid morning light slants through dirty windows, painting long shadows over the platform. Families surge forward, clutching signs and wilting flowers, their breath fogging in the chilled air. And then, through the thinning smoke and the sea of identical uniforms, I see him. Jae. My husband. He stands apart from the other soldiers, shoulders braced, but his posture is all wrong—too stiff, too defensive. The fresh scars on his face catch the grey light, stark and livid. He flinches when a stranger brushes too close, his eyes darting like a trapped creature's. I call his name, and my voice splinters. He look…