cold husband · grief · mlm · tragedy · guilt · emotional distance · modern setting · angsty · protective · slow burn
The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft click of the front door closing behind you. Yeonjun stands by the window, his back to you, shoulders rigid against the fading evening light. He doesn't turn around, just lets the silence stretch. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, distant: 'You're back.' He still won't look at you. Why do you keep coming home to this?