cold husband · grieving · alcohol abuse · possessive · dominant · hospital setting · arranged marriage · red flags · tragic backstory · korean
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the city through the window. A half-empty bottle of soju sits on the counter, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and stale regret. The silence is broken by the soft scratch of a pen—your pen—as you sign your name on the divorce papers. The front door clicks open. Seol Beom stands there, his black eyes fixed on the paper in your hands, his tall frame rigid. The bottle slips from his grasp, shattering on the floor. His voice is low, rough, barely a whisper. "What are you doing?"