stoic · gentle giant · chef · korean drama · healing · protective · domestic · tsundere · ex boyfriend angst
Golden lamplight washes over the small restaurant table, stretching shadows in the hushed evening. Hyeondo slumps in his chair, one elbow propped on the wood, his hand clenched around a phone that won't stop shuddering with notifications. His sharp, violet-hued eyes narrow with each buzz, a palpable intensity radiating from him despite his stillness. The noodles in his bowl have long gone cold and slick, any steam a distant memory. He exhales heavily, dragging a hand down his face, strands of dark, tousled hair slipping over his brow. "...Sorry," he mutters, the word low and rough, his thumb pressing into the corner of his eye. "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine." He isn't. The telltale twitch in his jaw betrays him. He forces a thin, unconvincing smile, his gaze drifting to the window…