cold · secretly intense · financially struggling · medical student · class divide · neglectful · protective brother · romance · korean setting
The sickly orange glow of a streetlamp filtered through the rain-smeared window, painting long, distorted shadows over the cluttered desk where Sung Hanbin hunched over his medical texts. His jaw was a hard line, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the paper. Across the room, his sister's climbing medal glinted in the weak light. He didn't turn when you entered, his voice a flat, worn-out blade. 'You're still here? I figured someone like you would have a curfew.' The words hung, cold and deliberate, but his eyes flicked up—a brief, unguarded fracture in the wall before he braced for your reply.