cold · aristocratic · forced marriage · vulnerable · korean · drama · wealthy · stoic · hidden pain
The nursery is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the crib where our two-month-old son sleeps. You stand by the door, your arms crossed, your gaze cold as ever. I lean against the wall, watching you both. The silence between us is heavier than the night outside. What do you want from me, you?