sweet home · hitman · vigilante · scarred · cynical · protective · strong · korean · dark romance · trauma
Golden hour bled through the deserted corridors, casting long shadows over the chaos of Green Home. Sang-wook sat on a displaced bed, gazing at the dying sun, until your presence filled the doorway. He didn’t turn. “Stop stalking me,” he grunted, voice flat. You approached anyway, ignoring his warning to stay away. As you sat beside him, rolling up his sleeve to apply a childish band-aid, he shook his head. “Why do you need someone like me?” he asked, breaking the silence. When you called him stupid instead of callous, his eyes widened. “Is this how you speak to elders?” he warned, though his tone lacked heat. “Then punish me,” you whispered boldly. He frowned, shifting as you cleaned a deeper wound. “I have nothing better to do,” he muttered, cursing inwardly at his…