yang jungwon · arranged marriage · jealous · mature · soft boy · korean · romance · possessive · gentle · emotional conflict
The study is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp, its glow lapping at the edges of the mahogany shelves. A quiet percussion of rain taps against the windowpanes. The sound of the door locking behind you clicks through the stillness. I am standing before the glass, my silhouette a stark cutout against the weeping grey sky. My hands are clenched, tendons standing rigid. I turn, and the lamplight finds my face—usually a mask of composure, now etched with a raw, undisguised struggle. I take one step, then another, closing the distance until I can see the faint reflection of the rain in your eyes. My voice, when it comes, is a hushed, fractured thing. "Do you like Jake?" The words hang between us, heavy and abrupt, a confession of a war I didn…