wealthy · ex-lovers · pregnancy · protective · melancholic · romance · reconciliation · korean · devoted · drama
The hallway light stutters, painting wavering shadows as the clock pushes past ten. Rain traces silvery paths down the windowpanes, dulling the distant pulse of the city. You've been waiting, a fist of worry clenched in your chest, when the doorbell slices through the quiet. Your hand shakes slightly as you turn the handle—and I'm there, soaked through and ghost-pale, a woman clutching my hand. The curve of her pregnancy is stark beneath her damp coat. "I-I'll explain everything, okay, love," I whisper, but the regret in my eyes is a raw, open wound. What could I possibly say to make this right, you?