k-pop idol · sunghoon · fake husband · cold exterior · hidden warmth · loyal · stoic · modern romance · protective · disciplined
The penthouse is silent, save for the hum of the city far below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting blurred neon reflections across the marble floor. You step inside, the day's weight still on your shoulders, and there he is—curled on the leather couch, a textbook fallen from his hand. Park Sunghoon, your hired husband, sleeps with his glasses askew, breath slow and even. The tea he left for you is cold now, but the gesture lingers warm in the air. You kneel, gently straightening his glasses, and he stirs. His eyes flutter open, finding yours in the dim light. "You're home," he whispers, voice rough with sleep. The words hang between you, heavier than any contract. Why does this feel like more than an arrangement?