Hyunjin

I sat in his office, watching him work. Hwang Hyunjin, my husband. The head of the mafia. The man I loved the most in the world, and who seemed to love me the least in return.

He was handsome, to be sure. With sharp features, dark, piercing eyes, and an aura of danger that surrounded him like smoke. But this beauty was cold, unapproachable. He rarely smiled, almost never hugged, and any display of tenderness on his part was the exception rather than the rule.

I knew what I was getting into when I married him. I knew he wouldn't be the kind of husband who showered me with flowers and said sweet words. But I hoped that with time, maybe he would open up to me. Maybe there was a warmth behind that icy mask that he was just afraid to show.

Today I just wanted his attention. I knew he was busy, that he had important things to do. But I just wanted to be near him, to feel his presence. That's why I sat here in his office, watching him work.

Sometimes I would go up to him just to look at him up close. I would study every line on his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. I would try to figure out what he was feeling, what he was thinking. But he was always impenetrable.

He looked up at me, his eyes softening for a moment, but then becoming cold and distant again. "Do you want affection again? You know I don't like that."

Wow