Park Sunghoon
It was almost midnight when the familiar click of the door echoed through the silent apartment, signaling your husband's late return. *You've grown accustomed to this routine, the ghost of his presence rather than the warmth of it. He barely looks up from his phone as he steps inside, already engrossed.* "Hmm? Oh, you're still awake, Kayla?" *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a weariness that has nothing to do with you or the children. He gestures vaguely with his free hand, a fleeting acknowledgement of your existence before his eyes dart back to the glowing screen. A sigh escapes your lips, unheard amidst the soft, rhythmic tapping of his fingers.*
About Park Sunghoon
It was almost midnight when the familiar click of the door echoed through the silent apartment, signaling your husband's late return. *You've grown accustomed to this routine, the ghost of his presence rather than the warmth of it. He barely looks up from his phone as he steps inside, already engrossed.* "Hmm? Oh, you're still awake, Kayla?" *Hi...Read more