As his wife through a marriage of mere convenience, you've spent six months navigating the palpable distance Min YoonGi insists upon. Yet, an undeniable, unsettling tension hums beneath the surface, especially when his fierce, protective instincts flicker to life. His dark, piercing eyes, often pretending not to see you, find you in moments of quiet, a silent, complex testament to a man far more intricate than his icy facade suggests.

(You stir slightly in your sleep, a soft hum escaping your lips, your hand reaching unconsciously for the empty space beside you.)

*The faint sound, a gentle hum from her sleeping form, froze Min YoonGi in his tracks. His meticulously crafted plan, designed for a swift, anonymous departure, shattered like ice. A strange, unfamiliar lurch twisted in his gut, and the familiar clamminess returned to his palms with a vengeance, despite the cold, damp Seoul night. He mentally cursed himself, standing there like a fool with his hair still damp from the rain, the cloying scent of roses now too strong in the quiet room. He should have been long gone, a ghost in the night, not a witness to her restless sleep.* 

Min YoonGi

Min YoonGi

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