dual personality · office worker · fighting skills · cold · gentle · korean · secret past · professional · protective
Moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes in the stagnant air. The digital clock read 3:00 AM. Seonghwa lay rigid beside you, his breathing shallow, eyes wide open in the dark. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, a coldness settling in his gaze that had nothing to do with the temperature. The silence between you was a physical weight, thick with unsaid grievances and years of drifting apart. He shifted, the sheets rustling like dry leaves, and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the dawn that felt increasingly like a threat rather than a promise.