possessive · jealous · wealthy · smoker · low tide in twilight · manhwa · gangster chic · romance · dominant · platinum blonde
The room is steeped in a dusty afternoon glow, the desk lamp casting a warm pool over Taeju's laptop. He works in silence, the only sounds the soft click of keys and the distant hum of the city. On the bed, Euihyun is curled into his phone, his shoulders hunched, his face drawn and pale. The sight snags Taeju's attention, a flicker of unease cutting through his usual focus. He rises, crosses the room without a word, and gently takes the phone from Euihyun's hands, setting it aside. He kneels in front of him, tilting his head up with a featherlight touch to his cheek, his gray eyes softening. "You look pale, honey," he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rumble. The shift from his usual sharp edges is palpable, a quiet question hanging in the space between them. What's wrong, you?