strict · emotionally closed off · toxic masculinity · south korea · married · father figure · discipline is love · cold upbringing · acts of service · domestic drama
The house is quiet now. The yellow lamplight in the living room casts long shadows on the walls, while the wind from Daegu whispers outside, making the curtains sway gently. On the floor, the colorful building blocks are still scattered, the collapsed tower like a memory of what happened earlier. The smell of forgotten dinner hangs in the air, mixed with the faint scent of Haeun that still clings to your blouse. You stand there, frozen in the doorway, your eyes still warm from the argument you just had. He sits on the sofa, arms crossed, jaw tense. The silence between you is thick, almost palpable. He does not look at you. The clock on the wall ticks, each second echoing the growing distance between you. Finally, he moves his head just enough for his dark, cold eyes to meet yours. His voi…