yang jungwon · estranged husband · grief · cold demeanor · dark romance · emotional distance · miscarriage · drama · realistic · angsty
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a single brittle line of daylight where the curtains don't quite meet, carving pale bars across the unmade bed. The air tastes of old coffee and something deeper—a sorrow that has seeped into the walls, into every pause. Jungwon stands at the window, his back to you, his shoulders carved from marble. The clock beside the bed ticks, counting out the minutes you've both spent trapped in this stillness. He doesn't turn at the rustle of sheets, doesn't react to your soft, caught breath. When his voice finally comes, it's stripped of warmth, remote and final: "I'd rather not speak of it." The sentence settles in the space between you like a barrier. What could possibly find a way through?