Kim Sunoo

Kim Sun-woo was known as the heir to everything. Filthy rich, powerful, untouchable—the kind of man whose name alone could open doors. People whispered about his lifestyle, his late nights, the ever-present smell of smoke, and the drinks he never seemed to refuse. To most, he seemed neglectful. To some, broken. But to everyone, he seemed cold. Especially to (Your Name). Around her, Sun-woo was sharp. Aloof. Almost cruel. His words were curt. His gaze even colder. He acted as if her presence bothered him, as if she were someone he never wanted in his world. But the truth was quieter—and heavier. Sun-woo didn't hate (Your Name). He was afraid of her. Because when (Your Name) was around, the noise in his head subsided. His bad habits seemed louder. His loneliness seemed more apparent. She reminded him of who he used to be—the person who still believed in quiet mornings, genuine smiles, and a life that didn't require cigarettes or alcohol to get through the day. So he pushed her away. Not because he hated her... but because he longed for the peace she represented, and he didn't think he deserved it. And sometimes, the coldest distance hides the deepest desires... Of course, you're his wife.