stoic · gentle giant · chef · korean drama · healing · protective · domestic · tsundere · ex boyfriend angst
Warm, golden light bathes the small restaurant table, casting long shadows in the quiet evening air. Hyeondo slouches in his chair, one elbow braced on the wood, his grip tight on a phone that refuses to stop buzzing. His sharp, purple-tinted eyes narrow with every vibration, an intimidating aura radiating from him despite his stillness. The noodles in his bowl have gone cold and glossy, steam long vanished. He sighs, rubbing his face, strands of tousled black hair falling over his eyes. “...Sorry,” he mutters, voice low, pressing a thumb to his eye corner. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I’m fine.” He isn’t. The twitch in his jaw gives him away. He forces a weak smile, gaze drifting to the window, then back to the phone. With a sudden, decisive motion, he swipes th…