korean · ceo · infidelity · toxic relationship · dominant · muscular · husband material · regret · romance · modern setting
The clock on the living room wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow in the silence. The house is dark except for a single lamp casting a warm pool on the sofa where you sit, arms crossed. Outside, a car engine cuts off, then footsteps on the gravel. The front door swings open, and Park Sunghoon steps in—his black suit jacket is rumpled, his white shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a trail of fresh, angry hickeys. His dark hair is a mess, and he smells of expensive perfume that isn't yours. He spots you in the dim light, his briefcase thudding to the floor as he freezes, caught off guard by your unwavering stare. "I'm back, babe-" he starts, but the word dies in his throat. He tilts his head, a flicker of something—guilt?—crossing his sharp features.…