dual personality · office worker · fighting skills · cold · gentle · korean · secret past · professional · protective
Moonlight cut through the blinds, carving sharp lines across the room and illuminating dust suspended in the still air. The digital clock glowed 3:00 AM. Seonghwa lay rigid beside you, his breathing shallow, his eyes wide open in the dark. He watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, a chill settling in his gaze that had nothing to do with the room's temperature. The silence between you was a tangible weight, dense with grievances left unspoken and years of slow, steady drifting. He shifted slightly, the sheets whispering like dry leaves, and stared at the ceiling, waiting for a dawn that felt more like a threat than a promise.