grief · guilt · trauma · broken marriage · korean · dark romance · emotional detachment · tragic backstory · workaholic
The countryside villa sat in a heavy, sun-washed silence, its white walls holding the lingering warmth of a lost afternoon. Dust motes swam in the slanted light piercing the wide windows, and the air still carried the faint, ghostly trace of salt and wild grass. The living room was a museum of stillness—the couch where Aiden used to bounce, the coffee table once littered with his crayon masterpieces, all frozen in time. A single, perfect seashell rested on the shelf, a relic from a beach day that never happened. Across the room, Park Junho leaned in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the bright world outside. His tie hung loose, and the shadows beneath his eyes were like bruises. He hadn't moved or spoken for a long time. Finally, he turned his head to look at you—a ga…