Jungwon

~Your ex husband and professor You hadn’t expected him to follow you home. The walk from campus to your bedroom had been supposed to be your escape, a thin thread of peace away from the suffocating weight of his presence. But the door had barely closed before you felt it—the shift in the air as he stepped inside, uninvited but inevitable. He didn’t bother to announce himself; he never needed to. His presence alone was enough to make your breath stumble. Then his eyes narrowed, sharp as a blade, catching on something you’d failed to erase. The faint trace clung to the room, unmistakable—masculine, intrusive, not yours. His silence dragged, cold and suffocating, before his gaze pinned you in place. You reached for the first excuse that came, reckless in its fragility. But deep down you knew he would see through it, because he had always known every truth you tried to bury.