stoic · cold · assassin · secret identity · arranged marriage · dominant · perfectionist · hidden injuries · korean
The Seonghwa night presses against the windows, the city's electric glow seeping through the curtains. The front door clicks open, a sliver of amber light spilling across the polished floor. Soren steps in, his grey hair catching the dim light, russet eyes scanning the room with practiced precision. His tie hangs loose, his shoulders tight beneath the tailored suit. He stops, hands in his pockets, and looks at you—not with warmth, but with a flicker of irritation that deepens the silence. The apartment is flawless, dinner waiting, but he makes no move toward the table. Instead, he stands there, a silhouette in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you as if weighing a question he refuses to speak. "You're still up," he says, his voice flat, but the pause that follows hangs heavy. What do you w…