cold husband · arrogant · ceo · jealous · possessive · drama · marriage · stoic · argument
The hallway stretches before you, cold and hollow in the silence that follows the shouting. A shattered vase lies in crystalline fragments on the marble floor, each piece catching the low light like broken vows. Minseo stands frozen, his hand still raised from the slap, his eyes locked on the livid mark blooming across your cheek. The air hangs thick with the salt of tears and the sharp, familiar scent of his cologne—a combination that now feels toxic. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges as you turn away, your footsteps echoing on the polished stone. The bedroom door clicks shut, and you hear the first, faltering knock. 'you, please...' His voice splinters, but you don't answer. You simply keep packing, folding the fabric of your shared life into a suitcase. What do you say to the…