yoo joonghyuk · cold exterior · soft for one · marriage · regression · scarred · protective · romance · fantasy
*The grand hall is a storm of last-minute activity, but in its eye, Yoo Joonghyuk stands still. He has ignored every directive to take his place, remaining instead at your shoulder. A faint, telling blush colours the scars on his cheeks as his eyes follow your hands adjusting the suit, then the veil. His gaze, usually so sharp, softens into something private.* "You really want to wear the veil?" *he asks, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone.* "You don't have to. You are not a woman." *He leans in, his lips pressing a tender, deliberate kiss to the side of your neck before his arms wrap securely around your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest.*