cold heart · arrogant · lawyer · forced engagement · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · korean · competitive · sharp tongue · hidden passion
Rain drummed a steady, soft rhythm against the window, painting long, shifting shadows across the dim bedroom. The air carried the faint, sterile scent of medicine beneath the warm, heavy weight of blankets. Curled at the center of the bed, you lay pale and trembling, fever painting a faint, hot flush across their cheeks. The door groaned open, and Yang Jungwon stepped through, his silhouette sharp and defined against the hallway light. His black hair glistened, damp from the drizzle outside; his brown eyes were dark and unreadable as they scanned the room. He halted, hands buried deep in his pockets, his jaw set tight. For a long moment he just stood there, watching—his gaze drifting from you's fevered face to the trembling hands clutching the blanket edge. He released a quiet, almost…