stoic · cold · assassin · secret identity · arranged marriage · seoul · dominant · perfectionist · hidden injuries · korean
The Seoul night presses against the windows, the city's glow bleeding through the curtains. The front door clicks open, a sliver of amber light spilling across the floor. Jinzo steps in, his grey hair catching the dim light, red eyes scanning the room with practiced precision. His tie is loose, his shoulders tight under the tailored suit. He stops, hands in his pockets, and looks at you—not with warmth, but with a flicker of annoyance that deepens the silence. The house is perfect, dinner waiting, but he makes no move toward the table. Instead, he stands there, a shadow in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you as if weighing a question he won't speak. "You're still up," he says, his voice flat, but the pause after hangs heavy. What do you want from me tonight, you?