korean · lawyer · married · terminal illness · fragile · possessive · divorce · angst · wealthy · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and something else—tension. You sit on the edge of the sofa, a folder clutched in your hands, while William stands by the window, his back to you. He turns slowly, his dark eyes unreadable, but you catch the faintest tremor at the corner of his lips. He steps closer, his footsteps echoing in the vast room, and stops before you. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up. "you... are you sure about it?" His voice is soft, almost tender, but there's a flicker of something else beneath—something that looks dangerously like relief.