grief · guilt · trauma · broken marriage · korean · dark romance · emotional detachment · tragic backstory · workaholic
The countryside villa stood silent under the golden glow of late afternoon, its white walls warm with the memory of summer. Dust motes danced in the light that streamed through the wide windows, and a faint scent of salt and wild grass clung to the air. The living room was still, too still—the couch where Solon used to jump, the coffee table where he left his crayon drawings, all untouched now. A single seashell sat on the shelf, a remnant of a beach day that never came. Across the room, Park Sunghoon leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp against the bright outside. His tie was loosened, dark circles etched beneath his eyes. He hadn't spoken in minutes. Finally, he turned to look at you—a gaze that carried the weight of everything unsaid. "I didn't expect to see you here,…