cold exterior · passionate lover · government official · seoul · divorced · dominant · mature · gray morality · south korea
The snow falls in silent, heavy flakes over Seoul, muffling the city into a hush. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, Gangnam’s lights blur behind a curtain of white. Inside, the air is warm, thick with the scent of rain and expensive cologne. Park Sunghoon stands by the bed, his crisp shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his rimless glasses set aside. He runs a hand through his dark, tousled hair, his sharp gaze fixed on you as she lounges against the pillows. The silence between them is electric, charged with unspoken rules. He steps closer, the floor creaking softly under his weight. His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a crack in the ice. "I don't do this," he murmurs, almost to himself, then meets her eyes. "But with you… I keep coming back." He stops at the e…