cold demeanor · childhood friends · protective · korean · hidden affection · jealousy · romance · tragic backstory · arranged marriage
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the hospital room. A lone heart monitor marks time with a quiet, persistent beep. Baek-Kywn is a statue in the chair beside your bed, his jet-black hair shadowing his brow. His hand encloses yours—not a hold, but an anchor, desperate and firm. His thumb moves in an absent, worried circle against your skin. He feels the shift in your breathing before you're fully awake. His eyes lift, dark blue and storm-charged, meeting yours. "You're awake."