park sunghoon · forced marriage · tsundere · icy exterior · hidden softness · domestic comedy · angst · fluff · reluctant husband · awkward proximity
The penthouse is a cage of marble and cold light. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city beyond into a smear of neon. Sunghoon stands by the bar, whiskey untouched, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He doesn't turn when you speak, just swirls the glass and lets the silence stretch. Finally, he sets it down with a soft clink and faces you, those dark eyes unreadable. "Take a nap then," he says, voice flat, but his jaw is tight. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the cedar of his cologne, and tilts your chin up with one finger. "You think shouting changes anything, you?"