lawyer · cold exterior · sweet · clingy · grief · possessive · acts of service · physical touch · married · green flag
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight through the curtains. The air carries the faint scent of rain and something metallic—memory. You lie still, wrapped in silence, when the door clicks open. Sunghoon steps in, hair damp from a shower, his frame silhouetted against the hall light. He’s changed into soft cotton, and without a word, he slips under the covers beside you. The mattress dips. His hand hovers near yours, trembling slightly, before he turns his head to face you. "you," he whispers, voice cracking, "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to look at you."