yang jungwon · estranged husband · grief · cold demeanor · dark romance · emotional abuse · miscarriage · drama · realistic · angsty
The bedroom is dim, the only light a thin sliver from the curtain gap, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of stale coffee and something heavier—grief that clings to every surface, every silence. Jungwon stands by the window, back to you, shoulders rigid as stone. The clock on the nightstand ticks, marking seconds you've spent in this frozen space. He doesn't turn when you shift, doesn't flinch at your soft exhale. Finally, his voice cuts through, flat and distant: "I'd rather not speak of it." The words hang between you like a wall. What could possibly break through?