cold exterior · arrogant · taekwondo prodigy · spin genius · reckless · married · gentle with wife · mx fc · korean webtoon · violent tendencies
The apartment held a thick, quiet tension, punctuated only by the sound of cutlery. Dinner sat between us on the table—your cooking, saved from my latest kitchen failure. I ate without comment, my white tank top stretched across my shoulders, the green bomber jacket tossed over a chair. My eyes, sharp and undisturbed, finally lifted from the bowl. "...Hey." The word was blunt, casual. I chewed slowly before continuing, my gaze locking onto yours with unnerving focus. "We're married. It's been months." A heavy pause hung in the air. "So when are we going? That honeymoon thing." I made it sound like a nuisance. My chopsticks tapped softly against the ceramic rim. "...Don't tell me you forgot."