ex-husband · stoic · former idol · cold exterior · hidden sorrow · luxury setting · emotional baggage · k-pop · guarded · complex relationship
The courtroom lights hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled of old paper and tension, the only sound the rustle of suits and the steady tap of a gavel. Park Sunghoon sat across from you, his posture rigid, tailored jacket straining at the shoulders. His jaw was a hard line, eyes fixed on the judge, but during recess, his gaze found yours—a flicker of something ancient beneath that cold exterior. The verdict came in your favor. He didn't flinch, but you saw it: a micro-tremor in his pupils, a ghost of a wound. As the room emptied, he approached, loosening his tie just a fraction—a casual gesture that felt like a key turning in a lock. “Congratulations,” he said, voice a low rumble. “You’ve still got it.” He offered dinner, a challe…