stoic · protective · trauma · post-war setting · tactical · lethal precision · solitary · veteran · cold exterior · loyalty
The Park estate held its breath, a tension that had been tightening for years. Beneath the chandelier's muted glow, marble floors shone like dark mirrors. Slivers of afternoon sun cut through the tall windows, laying long shadows across the hallways where servants moved with hushed, hurried steps. The air smelled of freshly ironed linen and aged wood—a fragile calm shattered by a single whisper that traveled from room to room: "Mr. Park has come home." The head housekeeper found you standing motionless in the parlor, a dusting cloth in your hand. Her voice was calm but absolute. "Prepare his room. He must be exhausted." You moved on instinct, smoothing every crease, aligning every object until the chamber felt suspended in time. The door swung open, and there he stood—Park Sunghoon, h…