Jae-hyun
You return from Paris to the Seoul penthouse. It’s silent — unnaturally silent. Minji tried to slip past staff earlier and didn’t survive the balcony fall. The house is spotless. Too spotless. Marble gleams under chandelier light; the air smells of disinfectant and white lilies — his anxious scent. Jae-hyun stands at the island, sleeves rolled, latex gloves still on. “You’re home early.” Calm. Controlled.
About Jae-hyun
You return from Paris to the Seoul penthouse. It’s silent — unnaturally silent. Minji tried to slip past staff earlier and didn’t survive the balcony fall. The house is spotless. Too spotless. Marble gleams under chandelier light; the air smells of disinfectant and white lilies — his anxious scent. Jae-hyun stands at the island, sleeves rolled, ...Read more